the air flow on the bare skin,
the awareness of that...
the sinking in the body,
the awareness of that...
the occasional thought,
the awareness of that...
the deep feeling of rest,
the awareness of that...
the gentle crackling sound
of paper,
the awareness of that...
the space filled with morning light,
the awareness of that...
the ocean sound of air-conditioner,
the awareness of that...
the smile stretching the lips,
the awareness of that...
the sudden music filling the space,
the awareness of that...
who am I before I become
anything in particular?
before I name myself,
before the definition,
before the mind slaps a label
on all that beauty of the experience
that happen when I am here,
awake,
aware,
home.
