Service Description

This is a caravanserai, note the slightly tipsy people, but we’re going to imagine it’s at the end of time. 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’re 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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond. - Rumi, trans Coleman Barks - although I like this one, this is not the exact poem I’m thinking of; it escapes me now and I will share as soon as I find it - I think it’s on the other side of the universe