There is a way to live that makes the angels cry out
in rapture. There is
a way to live that makes
each star a cell.
Come stand with me here, it is
cold I know, and silent,
nothing is happening.
The next breath, and the next, is the new life.
When all things return to the One, even gold loses its value.
But when the One returns to all things, even the pebbles sparkle.