Poetry can be said to be a continuing conversation among pilgrims engaged in the ordered creation of a text. After each pilgrim’s path towards a shrine or an altar, a poem emerges that may appear to out leap the vast amusement of the sun’s brilliant light. No one individual can keep up with nature’s interplay of spirits. While some poets may grumble about the nature of the universe, others celebrate the mystery of birth, life, and death and rebirth. As the reader of this verse, you can decide what to do. So, enjoy.