What shall I do with this body they gave me
What shall I do with this body they gave me,
So much my own, so intimate with me?
For being alive, for the joy of calm breath,
Tell me, who should I bless?
I am the flower, and the gardener as well,
And am not solitary, in earth’s cell.
My living warmth, exhaled, you can see,
On the clear glass of eternity.
A pattern set down,
Until now, unknown.
Breath evaporates without trace,
But form no one can deface.
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