I Need to Believe

I need to believe I am looking directly into the warmth of life's mystery.

I need to believe that my blunders and imperfections are nothing --
and that it is only the tiny slices of enlightenment that matter.

I need to believe that the sum of each breath that rises and falls

is greater than the tally of my inadequacies.

And so,

I do.

(This was inspired by the picture above, snapped with my camera in a bathroom stall on the westbound New York Thruway returning home from vacation.)