Here is a wonderful work by JT, a quiet, small, bright good-friend. 
in those rare moments,
      of unexpected clarity
when we and what we see merge,
and we cannot later describe the sensation,
      not even to ourselves,
in those transient moments--
      the iris, the sunset, the ocean wave
      and we become one--
we glimpse the center
from which we have fallen away.
no act of courage or kindness
      can restore us to our home,
only longing--the common stream
      where our thirst was born.
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