What is your gift?  What is it that you have been given that will enflame a dream, inspire a kingdom, genuflect at the feet of Kings and Queens?

            What are your gifts that graduate you from fledgling to master, from being taught to being caught as a seer in the mystery pervading?

            What better questions can you ask of life, of existence, of what is happening, of adversity, of wealth, of society, of your own presence that hammers out a deal between the living and the ancestors?

            What is your gift this day that will enhance every moment, that will soar, that will roar in your heart, that will contaminate cynicism, and lift you to the top, above the myopic minds, beyond a sense of wonder or belonging or being part of something bigger than an idea, larger than life, more divine than your perceptions have perceived to date?

            Is not your gift, the gift of living, of life, of experiencing another glorious day, of contemplation, and thinking about, and wondering and gyrating in states of awe all through another magical day that holds more than promises, holds experiences and wrung out wisdom and perfection and light where darkness seems to pool up away from this miraculous truth, this northern-light’s-kind-of beauty, this soft dawn that bleeds all the way through this perfect day right into the exploding colors of sunset, soft twilight colors, as the stars blink in the universal amazement of billions of everything—so far out there, so far away, that they simply shoot off the charts of your (often forgotten) bewilderment gauge. 

            Your gift is present, the present, is your presence of being; and it is your bliss that will notice, appreciate and completely relish this one more day.

            So go out front in the wee hours of the morning and see the rabbit tracks in the snow, the sun peeking over the new day, the glorious reasons to celebrate, to inhale the aroma of life, of the living, of this perfection that was given to you for a slice of time, a vignette in the vineyards, a home on earthship, an extravaganza in alarming fashion, for you finally get it, see it, live, this life of pearls and satiated wonder that takes your breath away.

            Hurray, you have graduated to sage and drunken Taoist priest and man of the sea and oracle women of song and siren, now live like your life depends on it, for it surely does.