My wedding was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me.
There were hundreds of dragons in the gorge,
scores of sprites and oriads at the falls,
the way my friends venerate the stupa.
That morning, my wife taught me
that it is holy to eat birthday cake with someone;
holy to go to a homecoming game at the high school.
In perpetual creation, each step is a coming alive.
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