by Samadhi Yaisha
A pause, an egg, a pink bud.
Doesn’t breath exist between two pauses?
Can I choose waiting in the Now for the nectar of Eternity?
That would be my choice.
Can I Be with not expecting, just staying still?
I become wide while waiting.
A gap expands my chest and thoughts of you pour in.
My mind breaches an ocean of feelings for you.
I learn to surf on the White Waves of the Unknown,
Where I find Freedom.
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