Fresh Air

I breathe the life

In fresh air,

Close my eyes

And feel the space inside

As I feel the space without.

I smile at nothing

Feeling vibrant space,

Feeling being

Feeling the nothing of my self,

And tasting sweetness.

Who am I in this

With every idea cast

And separate from my being?

Who am I

In this?

I am space

And fresh air

And sweetness.

I am nothing

But being’s spaciousness.

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