Love, most precious resource, fabric of my being. You come down from sky and up from roots, growing in my heart, simple and sweet. Your perfume is rose forgiveness, your essence is clarity, pure light. Distilled from muddy waters, ruptured stone, and darkness. I invite you all here into the caverns of me, turning gold. Who mines treasures within must be patient like an old elephant and vigilant like a rattle snake, effervescent like bubbling spring water. Love, precious resource. Life