This is where I live and breathe.

This is the realm in which I exist.

This is a sacred space.

The spaces in-between.

The anticipation of the first meeting.

The moment before you hit the stage.

Right before the paintbrush marks the canvas.

I am the cool breeze that brushes your cheek.

I am the branches that rustle as you pass by.

I am the rain drop that feeds the grass.

I am slow patient, harsh, and rough.

I am all that you wish for and sometimes all that you do not.

I am  waiting to be explored.

Treat me kindly for in the unseen lies the greatest gift.