“Hi” is fly like “My-oh-my.”
Time hides in “hi,” eternally.
Every “hi” hides a goodbye.
It takes goodbye to get to “Hi!”
Every hello affords such a fine opportunity to fall in love.
The incarnation was the divine “Hi.”
“Hi’s” the first fine bow to low.
Every arriving is a step towards departing.
Skipping “Hi” means taking the first step toward low.
Every heart-stopping leaving contains the volcanic power of a new beginning.
Nothing less than an eye-to-eye; nothing less than “Hi!” and “My!”