Subtly there!

I feel like I knew you before I knew you.

I am feeling you more these days, thanks to yoga and meditation.

You are in the spring air, that lilt that uplifts.

You are in a smile, a sigh of relief, in effort motivated by love.

You are in the pause between music notes.

Ultimately, poets and saints have tried to define you.

Though I feel you,

your masked identity keeps you a mystery.