I've loved Rumi for many years and when I visited Turkey, I got to go to his tomb.  I really should write about it.  It was one of the seminal experiences of my life.  In the meantime, here is one of his poems that means a great deal to me right now. (Not sure how the copyright works, so here's the link:

 http://www.gratefulness.org/poetry/guest_house.htm)

The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice. meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. -- Jelaluddin Rumi,     translation by Coleman Barks

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