Of Being

Just being
Fluid time
Fluid space

The days bleed into one another
Full to the brim
As ever

Owl hoots seep through open windows
A happy little churn
My stomach

Be present
In time
In space

Everything is tuned into one song
The rhythm of life
A metronome

The sun warm on my skin
Wind in my hair
My breath

Be grateful
For time
For space

To be continued ... what do you think so far? 

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