I’ll drink up the day
and store it in my heart,
with the greatest of care
to savour every last drop
so I may feast on this beauty
in the driest of droughts;
until such time my eyelids reopen
and my private stream of discovery
can resume its flow.
It’s never enough to quench a worldly thirst,
but the seedlings will flower
in thanks for their generous offerings,
birthing the plushest knowledge -
and with this knowledge comes
my own special bliss.
With an open mind
you could find yours too.
Published on October 14, 2014 09:17