i love the silence, love the stillness, love the peace
of days when nothing has to move
liminal -inbetween- time days when nothing has to be done
times and lists and thoughts can be forgotten
just be
in between
not fully conscious - not fully asleep
the moment a snowflake becomes water - but sits there
still
before running away to join the source again
decisions - thoughts - actions - all on hold
no looming deadline or piercing alarm
to distress the soul
for a while anyway....
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