This home and hearth,
the grey runner on the table,
the near-dried pen,
the half-torn notebook—
let them all be yours.
May you have all you desire,
all that you long for—
children-earth,
in your flesh—
merge your flesh—
householder;
body-soul-mind...
all as they should be.
Let it rain in your city
just as you wish.
Let there be a skyful of stars,
let there be moonlight,
let there be a garden of night jasmine.
Let there be joy, let there be peace,
let there be a whole world of contentment.
May you have a you that is yours!