Gazing outside as rain begins to fall
I am aware of the fresh aroma of earth
even though I cannot smell it, aware
of the songs of birds, though muted,
aware of the faintest stirrings of breeze
through I cannot feel it but only see
motion in the trees, aware of how it
feels to have moisture dripping from
my face even though I am dry. And so
it is that I am ensconced in the world
even as I am separate from it.
