The world also runs

on attention 

I've given all of mine out

for this cycle of time 

Replenishing from stars

once again. Autumn-hot 

As I pile all of me

into the same room

all is miserable

Know thyself

The sun starts out

showing me all the things

I've been gifted

and I pour light into

the souls of the givers 

The art of receiving

glances, help

intentions, touch

words, love, messages

presence

Golden crevices on the mountain, no, not the leaves - trapped morning light. And pecan cardamom cacao coffee, and chilled air. And life! This life. Every detail so perfect.