Pause

Pause…
Because a pause creates beauty
And this creation of beauty
Is not designed action
It is a reflection in stillness.

What a paradox it is
That in order
To apprehend life’s complexity
The simplest act of cessation is sufficient
Just as much as it is necessary.

A pause
Is a way to pay respect
To the doer, the doing and the done
It’s a constraint you put
On the excessive and the unnecessary.

A pause
Is a form of acknowledgement
That conveyance
Is an action of many forces
And that intention is one such force.

A pause is power
The ultimate form of self-control
A recognition of
What fails in success
And what succeeds in failure.

Today

And what does today say?

…the unfolding of light

….the repetition of rituals

….the memory of yesterday

Moments left behind

Moments arrived at…

All indicate two points in a continuum.

 

Let me pause.

Watch change happen…

Let me see time

Work its artistry

How will things be today?

What will lose its charm for me?

What will I begin to wonder?