When you discover that
each breath is nectar
indescribably sweet,
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 begin to live
in the moonlight,
the sensation of dew
on bare feet,
the smell of honeysuckle,
the sparkling transparency
of this perishing moment.
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