Silence between

Me talking and

Me listening.

 

Space between

Me thinking and

Me observing.

 

Seconds between

Me feeling and

Me surrendering.

 

Silence.

Space.

Seconds.

 

What if the music I longed for

Plays quietly in my ears?

 

What if the knowing I searched for

Beats gently in my chest?

 

What if the creation I wished for

Rests lightly in my hands?

 

I listen.

I observe.

I surrender.

 

So life can do the

Talking, thinking, and feeling.