Today’s poem is a cherita, inspired by JusJoJan and FOWC: Instead. In a way, this is also a response to Rumi’s well-known poem “The Guest House.” The poem is a good reminder, even though I don’t always want to hear it. Sometimes I feel like screaming, “But I don’t want any guests!!!” Without any further ado….
We are taught to love our neighbor as ourselves.
But about those parts of ourselves which we
Dislike, what if we thought of them instead as
Neighbors, and show them open hospitality?
Offers of friendship need not be automatically
Declined, kindness also to ourselves to find.