to me it seems that the truly rich are the contemplative, the homed are the ones who can find a home or create one for someone else the orphaned are the ones who have forgotten to look into the soul of the world and one another's eyes
the blessed are the ones who find themselves cradled in the arms of the stars feeling themselves more beloved than anyone on earth knowing the Creator wishes everyone to feel like that
knowing love is waiting: like a favorite woven hammock in the jungle between the betel-nut and the soursop tree
like the tiny waves that seek the shore to say hello over and over to kiss the cheeks of the hermit *****
like the seahorse clouds brilliant orange and red mirroring the ocean until the whole world is a sunset, i am in the sunset, i am the sunset
and the sun never really sets after all it's bringing light to india kenya hawai'i it will be back