That, that is This is the first, wildest and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists, and that it is built entirely out of attentiveness. —Mary Oliver As though we know there's an is, and what it is, this hacky sack ball of a word we bandy about We think we’re clear— but are we?
this poem made my heart/soul sing! the it that is is always present, always is-ing!
And you have made my heart sing! I can't imagine a comment that would cheer a poet on more!!