Discovery

When you discover that
each breath is nectar

and the space between

your heartbeats is

the silence between stars

and the one who

encircles you with

unfathomable compassion

is inside

and the luminous hollow

of each nerve in your body

echoes with the sound

that created all things,

then you are rich.

You need nothing.

You can prosper

in the empire of moonlight, 

the glut of honeysuckle, 

diamond stimulants of dew

on moss-bare feet.

You can thrive

in the sparkling transparency

of the perishing moment.