Rhyme This being human is a guest house A joy, a depression, a meanness As an unexpected visitor Still treat each guest honorably Welcome and entertain them all! Empty of its furniture For some delight He may be clearing you out Meet them at the door laughing Simile The Guest House Even if they're a crowd of sorrows Some momentary awareness comes Because each has been sent Every morning is a new arrival Metaphor As a guide from beyond And invite them in Coleman Barks Jelaluddin Rumi Who violently sweep your house the dark thought, the shame, the malice Be grateful for whoever comes Rhyme This being human is a guest house A joy, a depression, a meanness As an unexpected visitor Still treat each guest honorably Welcome and entertain them all! Empty of its furniture For some delight He may be clearing you out Meet them at the door laughing Simile The Guest House Even if they're a crowd of sorrows Some momentary awareness comes Because each has been sent Every morning is a new arrival Metaphor As a guide from beyond And invite them in Coleman Barks Jelaluddin Rumi Who violently sweep your house the dark thought, the shame, the malice Be grateful for whoever comes
(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
Rhyme
This being human is a guest house
A joy, a depression, a meanness
As an unexpected visitor
Still treat each guest honorably
Welcome and entertain them all!
Empty of its furniture
For some delight
He may be clearing you out
Meet them at the door laughing
Simile
The Guest House
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows
Some momentary awareness comes
Because each has been sent
Every morning is a new arrival
Metaphor
As a guide from beyond
And invite them in
Coleman Barks
Jelaluddin Rumi
Who violently sweep your house
the dark thought, the shame, the malice
Be grateful for whoever comes