Sometimes there is nothing to do, when all there is to do is wait.
Action would be overt
stepping on toes of brewing events.
When missed connections collide silently, the pieces fit somewhere else they'd rather be
Doing of nothing can seem daunting and wrong
like trying to open cans with toothpicks facing a starving crowd of 5 year olds
but when the recent turn of events has requested a movement
out of the fast lane,
to not comply would be foolish
something is germinating
hard work in the past is ruminating
and manifesting
a future.
The way we've shaped our habitat,
less than an instant seems too long.
It is a curious succession of feelings
when all there is to do is wait -
longing fades first,
to an epiphany of what is attachment
then,
the new years celebration of relinquishment
after,
a rising to the surface from the bottom of a body of water with eyes wide open
hands free of shopping bags or luggage
and a slightly confused sensation of nowhere
not longing
not not longing
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
Sometimes there is nothing to do, when all there is to do is wait.
Action would be overt
stepping on toes of brewing events.
When missed connections collide silently, the pieces fit somewhere else they'd rather be
Doing of nothing can seem daunting and wrong
like trying to open cans with toothpicks facing a starving crowd of 5 year olds
but when the recent turn of events has requested a movement
out of the fast lane,
to not comply would be foolish
something is germinating
hard work in the past is ruminating
and manifesting
a future.
The way we've shaped our habitat,
less than an instant seems too long.
It is a curious succession of feelings
when all there is to do is wait -
longing fades first,
to an epiphany of what is attachment
then,
the new years celebration of relinquishment
after,
a rising to the surface from the bottom of a body of water with eyes wide open
hands free of shopping bags or luggage
and a slightly confused sensation of nowhere
not longing
not not longing
