because the guru asks

for my mother i offer glass surf that brushes against fine sand like a vane in wind.

for my darling girl i offer a canyon of evergreens after its just rained and the sun is out to warm them

for my best friends i offer white stone houses precariously watching over a cliff in the Mediterranean

for my brother i offer the grand canyon during sunrise.

for my father i offer a farm at the bottom of a hill, with animals carrying bells around their necks and a garden as wild as fire.

amen.