Waiting in the between

Each step leads you to this door.

Step inside.

Lying down, eyes closed, the outside world seeming to

be no longer.

A time capsule moment, no beginning, no end.

Just the space between.

Find stillness between each breath.

Watching, waiting, nothing to do but wait.

For something, for nothing,

for everything.

Listen.

There is sound in no sound.

Magnificent wonder.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

A feather floating between, catching the currents

and waves,

drifting.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

(This poem was originally written on January 8th 2013)