You are a Taoist sage
in a tiny green body.

You are a voice crying out
in the wilderness like
John the Baptist.

You direct me towards
the connection of all things
large and small,
seen and unseen.

Your laughter cuts through
the arrogance of my youth.

You call me to a deeper wholeness.

May the Tao that cannot be named
flow in and through you.

Thank You. I Love You.