Say "Hello" to the waves that explode upon the shore
and to the leaves that rot
Write odes about tending to things that do not matter
although they do matter
as all things matter
as much as any drop of water matters
and no more
Greet at your opened wide door
the stranger bearing nothing
but a moment
Welcome the scratch of burnt toast,
made whole again by the scrape of a butter knife,
redeemed
Honor the old woman who speaks to dandelion
who touches all weeds with reverence
who regards poison ivy as softly as the petals of poppies bend in the wind
Let your heart be powered by the sudden flight of a flock of crows
and plant milkweed in mud
Mingle our waters
Grow love
This is my entry to 
All things are illusion.
Imagine what you want to be.
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