the space
between words
the silent,
quiet
space
where whispers
listen,
still
sensing
the essence
of things
a space
that speaks of nothingness
where everything exists
and ever will
cradled within a fertile womb cave
that patiently waits
the very spark of a moment
form is born and takes shape
where the magic
and mirth of mystery
is cracked
wide open like an egg
to reveal its contents
to be witnessed and seen
in all glory and magnificence
revealed
as a majesty
that occupies
a space
where once
was none,
is often
more important
than the words
themselves
and what they
have to say
for that is where
feeling lives
and gives birth
to all that ever is
worthy
to be said
where Love breathes
into existence
the Grace
of all these words
birthed
as gifts
within you
and every and each
single thing
that has ever lived
and ever will,
a sacred space ~
still…
2021, barefoot poet
~Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash