There is a place
In between
so sweet
so perfect
like the center of a cinnamon roll
When I inhale
the space in between the exhale
In my bed
the space in between wake and sleep
When I practice yoga
the space in between balance and falling
At 6 in the morning
The space in between night and day
When I look into Julian's face
the space in between a thought and a word
When I meditate
the space between my two eyes
the space between each chakra
When I forward bend
the space between each vertebrae
When I put socks on my feet
the space between cold and warm
The space in between
is when all is right with the world
perfect balance
the tipping point
sama-sama
In between
so sweet
so perfect
like the center of a cinnamon roll
When I inhale
the space in between the exhale
In my bed
the space in between wake and sleep
When I practice yoga
the space in between balance and falling
At 6 in the morning
The space in between night and day
When I look into Julian's face
the space in between a thought and a word
When I meditate
the space between my two eyes
the space between each chakra
When I forward bend
the space between each vertebrae
When I put socks on my feet
the space between cold and warm
The space in between
is when all is right with the world
perfect balance
the tipping point
sama-sama
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