AIR

AIR

I am filled with spirit

Divinity
inflates my lung with
strong breath
like from a billows

Cool night air comes through the window
animated fingers in a caressing wave,
ingredient infusing the gripped
stuffy determined closed
goal orientation
of my
conventional
being

So many ways to be filled with air
like taste-testing I love Yous

Cool, sweet air
(I love You)

Warm, muggy,
tomato-growing air

Chirpy cricket laden
serenading
air

Air
perfumed
with intentional burning
of incense

Synchronized air
anticipating Pavlovian mindfulness reminders
from temple bells

Air that keens the ears
and freshens
our blooded beings

~ Lady

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