When all things return to the One, even gold loses its value.
But when the One returns to all things, even the pebbles sparkle.
~ John Wu
for a brief moment early spring rain ceases,
the sun breaks through
grey sky...
threads of gold
thin enough to pierce the forest,
glitter on dewdrops...
bows to brilliance,
where everything arrogant
takes off its shoes
to stand on holy ground.