Being a shred of smoke
the dew before arrives the sun,
an encapsulated emptyness in a nutshell.
The nothingness ... yes, and why not?
Being the void, as well.
I've learned from you, precious life,
in each pollen that wind brings to me,
in each insect of the night
that you sent me
to test this lesson of existence
between bone and flesh.
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