Holy

Loved receiving this comment:
Nomi, continue to concentrate on the whole in the rock that opens to a smile that opens to the waves.the holy wholly hole that lets you see the whole hole, whole.
And now, a little note I just found amongst my todo lists:
Here's to the sunrises we don't see,
Skies pink cottoncandy miracles,
A luminous peach arising,
And we sleep through the wonder,
or sing in the shower
that has no window.
If I hadn't been up at 6 today,
hadn't passed by the one small window
that peeks to sky's hopeful east
the pink would have miracled over to blue
(blue being, itself, an ordinary, profound, dazzling wonder)
Here's to the sunrises we don't see,
and here's to trusting deep
that miracles are popping
moment by ordinary moment.