To Sherpananda

Sherpananda,

Graceful, turbulent ocean
Cosmic bioluminescent traveller
You flood us all till drowning with the
best of Wines of All Time

...quenching our thirst until we can
hold our own bottle, have our
sea legs and be drunk with the
same Intoxication.

Thanks for the fine Wine you are.

This Isn't Only My Life

How many times will I have to create
why am I here?

Day arises from night.
My chest swells and falls with each breath.

I am human. In a moment I can lose
hold of who am I.

So come close. Move slowly, please.
I will try to show you very carefully...

unfolding my loosely held hands I reveal
myself a butterfly unfolding deep, rich colors.

There is light. Wings spread. Wind blows by and I hop
onto it from His hands like a hangglider off a mountaintop.

I fly in some godly direction for me to enjoy
as it unfolds even to myself.

Oh joy....Oh Joy!
This isn't only my life.