This
Path to God
Made me such an old sweet beggar.

I was starving until one night
My love tricked God Himself
To fall into my bowl.

Now Hafiz is infinitely rich,
But all I ever want to do

Is keep emptying out
My emerald-filled
Pockets

Upon
This tear-stained
World.

Friends, Lovers, Companions, Strangers, Family.

that would be a more accurate listing of what I'm looking for. Really though, what it comes down to is I'm chasing after those few moments when you connect with someone, and remember just why this life is worth living.