bedtime story

May my life be a port town, open to the world and spacious. May the humid wind blow, may the tulips be in bloom. May I have the patience to welcome with serenity, wisdom and kindness everyone who finally reaches the shore. The port pub like a lighthouse, waves of rain against the roof, let it be, may it come, and I'll know the way to the inside, to the warmth. May I be impressive, full of opportunities and stimulation enough to be really sufficient.