Too Much

What can anyone do to conquer the illusion we make each day
out of the smoke rising from incense
like signals we send to God?

Even the most stable among us are anonymous
as we yoke ourselves to a practice,
arch our backs in saline flexibility,
riveted by our taste for the sacred.

Here, with our hearts touching the earth,
let us turn up the volume of our love
and feast on the vision of too much.