A sung sang in my heart
Unheard by many, perhaps to even myself
Breathing, one realize one’s lung is dancing
Air flows, passively, but powerfully
Seeping into each inches of the body, it’s consumed, taking control of them
Flowing from one piece to the other
But then again, how does one place differ from the other? Time? Space?
Ah well applaud for the smallest, for the minute tick appropriates the universe
Dancing around it seems, even when all seemed to have stopped.
7.11.2019
Ralph with Coffee 