I am drunk

I see churches
in the mountain peaks.
I hear the gongs
in the sounds of sea
dashing against the stony shore.
I smell incense in the wind
from jasmine flowers
somewhere around.
I enjoy the wealth
of morning dew
that like gems
on grass
abound.
If the world says
drunk, yes, I am;
I drink His Grace
in juicy fruits
nectar in them I found.