Is a sea, abundant with life.
In a handful of ocean water
You couldn’t even count all the first class
Intelligent, sane, and
Utterly in the groove
In a handful of the sky and earth,
In a handful of God,
We cannot count
All the happy lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.
True art reveals that nowhere is empty
Or, even, dark.
There is no loneliness for anyone who sees clearly
In this luminous, overflowing, and