I have found religion, my Fair Readers.
It is me. It is you. It is us. And all that flows between us.
It is eyes at half mast, stoned and full of pleasure. It is the cringe of fear.
It is a child speaking to the echo of two phones calling each other. It is my dog's erect ears.
The softness of my pillow. Massage. And a bad night's sleep.
The night sky over Wiamea. A dream of Balinese architecture in Hawi.
It is storytelling. And those who aren't ready to hear the story just yet.
Sweet corn tamales. Sushi. Guinness stout.
A gridlock of cars using alternative fuels. Hummers with fake biodiesel bumperstickers.
A trusted friend. A friend who trusts you. The friend who trusts no one.
It is entitlement without the expense and suffering of others.
Joy. Laughter. Love. And letting go of the rest.
It is the absence of ugliness in the light of our undeniable worth.
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