A Trickle

Perhaps, in another life.

Shall we drink to that?

Unattained meanings,
And hidden corners;
Truth that is true
and ringing.

A Prayer and a Question

How can I, in this short life and a world of countless untold miracles, ever be satisfied until I have partaken of the nectar from every flower. Can I do so and yet hope to find living life?

I pray, most sincerely, not for peace but for intensity.

Go: celebrate.