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.

PS: A rest is a sign of silence in written music.

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Lets create spaces of silence in the busy of daily living.