
I exist,
in my breath,
in my body,
in my awareness,
I exist,
when I am lost in the wonder of early fog,
when spring snow wakes up sweet buds,
when I have a hard time deciding which pair of socks to wear today,
I exist,
especially,
when we meet in that amazing place.
(This poem is in a dialog with Lanny’s “Between inhale and exhale” )
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