Sunday, August 09, 2009

Waiting

Space between the breath,
That critical pause
We so often skip

We stop and allow the rise,
Up comes the unexpected...
Fears, excitement, hope, projection

And so it is for me, with you,
The more space and pause
The more to witness and watch

This is fertile ground,
Something unexplored...
Instead of familiar

And yet, there is no discomfort
In the newness.

There is a deep settling,
Into the ground that is this new relationship.

Undefined
Free
True.

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