To speak of some things is to profane them.
I could try to tell you of the symphony that plays
through my body when I am here, in this moment,
in this place, full of the shimmering jade and emerald joy
of emergence from the night. I could try to say
how I am renewed again just breathing this air.
But as I said, to speak of some things is to profane them.
Some beauty is too deep for words.
