A Special Treatment
Yes. You are still alive.
Delight. The special treatment
discontent supplies.
Watching is enough,
breathing just that,
keeping you alive.
Listening. What sound
does for hearing, blinking
does for sight:
the parts still work,
the heart is full of blood,
thinking is indiscriminate,
presence is there
where you sit.
Delight in the skin,
the system of tissue still holds,
the structure of bone is strong,
the temperature's right.
Nowhere is better than now.
Here there is only a pause,
a place to take stock;
not just to look or look back
but see, not listen but hear,
not challenge but be.
Delight. A special treatment.
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