Om mani padme hum. The Tibetan blessing that has resounded in the cavern of my skull these many years. The recognition of all that is divine in this Universe, the connective fluid of a million suffering souls who still find cause to rejoice. "We would give anything for what we have," says the poet. Oh, teach me to see what I have, live it without trepidation...to be the thing that I am in the place I happen to inhabit. To know perfection when I see it, and to love it with abandon. Om.