The only unforgivable sin
is to be bored.
The root of sorrow
is to search for more
than the ordinary.
A squabble of wrens
at the birdbath.
The patient tree frog waiting
for me to water
his gardenia.
A mysterious wave
of golden joy that
widens across the sea
in my chest for no reason.
If you want to take
the greatest adventure,
plunge into the silence
of this moment, precisely
when nothing special
seems to happen...
You will get lost
in the song of stars
and never be found again.