“Broken Words, perfect feelings” – Which pair of socks?

 

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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