In between the notes

Beautifully flawed
the crack in the sun
an offering from
the anarchy of order
the form of chaos
in interbeing
and then Pran Nath says,
“nobody’s house,
walls have a stuck feeling,
open place have a
how much can fly ideas”
“like you are breathing,
the body is a note
you suppose,
and breath is a raga, moving,
and every breath has a different feeling”