Mid-night.
I’m wide-awake.

The soft and light
breathing of
my sleeping daughters
is heard
from the next room.

An idea comes across
in my mind;
is the life after death
similar to this?

Being born to live,
living and dying,
all things in nature
repeat
the eternal cycles of life

In such an air as this,
everything seems to me
to be a trifling matter.

The air itself
is silently
breathing.

A wonderful
night!