what is the essence therefore?
the invisible air we draw in?
the miracle breath we barely notice?
the space between things, that isn't really space
but this air again?
filled with thoughts, concerns, plans
- no time to reflect on air, breath, space
I breathe in and relax
I breathe out and rest my busy head
the little cherry bush blossoms pink
to celebrate early spring.
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