A Clock

A Clock

I hear the
sound of a clock,
ticking.

Still, I’m lured
by the silence between
each rhythmic tick—

I’m held…
holding my breath ever
so still
wanting this ‘space’ to
never cease.
But, then, another ‘tick’…

so like my mind
holding thoughts
and then the pause
and the surrendered
‘nothingness’ bathes my soul

AGAIN

reminding me it is NOT
about time,
but the sacred spaces
in between

where we come back to
our ‘Oneness’
as if for a first time.

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