They say you can see the infinite
From the windows of your soul

And you must keep them clean
To gaze upon the face of God

Yet the holiest of places
Are full of stained glass

I do matter,
Yet not the way I think
I matter when I think
I do not matter.

Seek first to understand

Seek in the morning
Seek in the dark
Seek without ceasing

And in time
You will be sought
To understand

Some droplets flow smoothly in the river
Carrying Huck and Jim

Some droplets slam on the rocks astride
Grizzlies seizing salmon fighting death forging life

Some droplets ooze into the ground
Sneaking past beetles, burrowing past roots

Some droplets rise high, so high, and peer down,
Then crash in a fury of sound and light

It matters not
In the end
All reach the ocean
Touching on their way

Natural beauty comes from the maniacal desire to attain perfection; but not quite.