I search

I search for the empty that lets me embrace,

The busy that fills me with joy.

 

I listen for spaces,

For rests that give meaning,

To music that plays to the mood that I’m feeling.

 

I clear out the clutter, the stuff I don’t need,

That makes my home harder to run.

Cos it’s the space we create that lets the light in.

That lets us have time before it’s flown by.

 

There are moments the rests give us trouble,

And we count to keep pace as we struggle.

And one day we find that we’re playing on time,

And our rests become spaces with meaning.

 

I treasure those moments of empty,

And learn to press pause so they find me.

It’s two zero one eight, my year to make space,

In this busy I’ve chosen, and still have some place,

For the things that put a smile on my face.

 

Cos it’s the space we create that lets the light in.

That lets us have time before it’s flown by,

Time to chat over a cup of chai.

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For family


A rest is a sign of silence in written music.


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