One moment here,
Or here,
An instant’s presence,
Or, maybe, fever.
Not choosing,
Nor discarding,
An equipoise of breath.
This moment,
Or this,
Weighed,
Released.
A point,
(Time or space),
Within which to expand,
Relax.
A skill,
Or no skill,
To continue
Regardless.
Existence,
Or non-existence,
Tasting the same-
A sharp flow.
Words
Or no words,
Insignificant attainment
Of the one song.
simonhlilly 
It took a while for me to get here, I’m afraid; life ant that.. But then that only seems appropriate. Sad to see no one else has left a mark from their presence. Breath on nonetheless (as I’m sure you are). 🙂
Well, well- I often forget where I have been, myself! A surprise to find what has been left behind, sometimes. Thanks for your attention!