Home. With cherished lief a wealth of teas the fragrance of eve and love of trees. Longing. For lands unseen winds untested elevations serene snow crested. O Beloved Krsna! What joy in emptiness and detachment? Without distress what merriment? To Desire I raise my glass! To Yearning and the ring of brass! No tranquil emptiness for me, no godly indifference. My human heart yearns to see, out there, the world immense. Many alien a country awaits and peculiar, faraway places. To Gibraltar Straits! and mighty rock faces! To dolmen ridges, arctic fjords and rushing rias! To heaven-bound bridges, and the skirts of sacred Kailash! [07/17/03]