Dream Life

                                            A beauty rare, beyond compare,     Is sun- kissed sea. No scene so calm- no scene so fair     As this to me. When floods of light dispel the night,    The morning's kiss, On waves which sparkle with delight,    Is loveliness. When ends my day, I trust and pray,     My voyage be O'er waters where some golden ray    My kiss the sea.

                                       This being human is a guesthouse.  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 all in.   Be grateful for whoever comes,     because each has been sent       as a guide from beyond.