What shall I do with this body they gave me, br so much my own, so intimate with me? br br For being alive, for the joy of calm breath, br tell me, who should I bless? br br I am the flower, and the gardener as well, br and am not solitary, in earth’s cell. br br My living warmth, exhaled, you can see, br on the clear glass of eternity. br br A pattern set down, br until now, unknown. br br Breath evaporates without trace, br but form no one can deface.