Discharge the surly tenant
who has lingered too long
in the room previously
occupied by happiness.
A guest house is not
an asylum, indefinite
lodging for your
secret insanities.
It is not
a brothel, perpetual
indulgence of your
basest impulses.
It is not assisted living,
nor long-term care for
your crippling inability.
A guest house is an Airbnb.
A feather bed;
a quick breakfast.
So welcome each visitor;
entertain them all.
For a time.
Then evict those unworthy
of your hospitality.
Make room for
some magnificent stranger,
for the beautiful friend
you’d almost forgotten.
Meditatio Ephemera 
Yes. Discharge the surly tenant … make room for some magnificent stranger.
I love this Rafiki. Did you write this for me? Yes? That is what I thought. Thank you.
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🙂 Maybe for both of us.
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Rumi would have been thrilled!
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I sure hope so, though it’s dangerously presumptuous to tinker with the words of such a poet. Thanks!
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That was interesting.
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“Interesting” is good, right? 🙂 Or at least interesting. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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