Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.
My dear, Venus just leaned down
and asked me to tell you a secret,
To confess She's just a mirror who has been stealing
Your light and music for centuries.
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!
As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.