Here and nowhere

 
Here is a garden

here is the colour of marigolds

here is the fragrance of freshly cut grass

here is the sensation of sitting

here is the sound of birdsong

here is a thought arising

here is the shape of an old house with a verandah along which a verdant wisteria blooms purple flowers

here is the buzzing of a bee

and nowhere, is a me

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