A Poem in Three Parts
Part #1
There is this space.
There is this space that is forgotten and misplaced.
A space so small and momentary where all choices lie waiting to be plucked up and hurled into space with the power to change the minute,
the hour,
the day,
the week,
the month,
year,
decade,
on and on a butterfly effect that travels through the world touching all who pass.
There is this space where I breathe,
pause,
and know that I get to choose the kind of person I want to be
and the life I want to live.
There is this space where I choose my response to the stimulus that has found its way to me, alerting me
to fight or flight
to smile or laugh or to cry.
Here in this space I get to choose to own that which is mine,
or to graciously hand it back to its rightful owner
with consciousness intact.
Digging deeper into my understanding
of me.
In this space I think through what is triggered and why;
only then do my responses lead me to my truth
connecting me to my heart, my soul.
There is this space.
*Stay tuned friends for part two
Pause: The Space In-between 