the space
between words

the silent,
quiet

space

where whispers
listen,

still

sensing
the essence
of things

a space

that speaks of nothingness
where everything exists
and ever will

cradled within a fertile womb cave
that patiently waits

the very spark of a moment
form is born and takes shape

where the magic
and mirth of mystery
is cracked

wide open like an egg
to reveal its contents

to be witnessed and seen
in all glory and magnificence

revealed
as a majesty

that occupies
a space

where once
was none,

is often
more important

than the words
themselves

and what they
have to say

for that is where
feeling lives

and gives birth
to all that ever is

worthy
to be said

where Love breathes
into existence

the Grace

of all these words
birthed

as gifts

within you
and every and each
single thing

that has ever lived
and ever will,

a sacred space ~

still…

2021, barefoot poet

~Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash