I am sitting on a swing.
I start slowly,
leaning my upper body forward and bending my knees back so my feet reach behind me.
I swing back.
Then I straighten my legs out in front of me and lean my body back.
I swing forward.
I continue bending and straightening, bending and straightening, bending and straightening, moving forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, forward and back.
I begin gaining speed, looking up at the sky as I lean back, feeling the wind on my face as I lean forward . Swinging higher and higher and higher.
I swing forward so high that the chains lose tension for a brief moment.
I am weightless floating for a split second.
I am taken back.
I fold and bend and then flatten as I come forward again, searching for that space.
The chain loosens, I feel the release, I am in that space.
Weightless floating still.
Then I am taken by the motion again,
swept up in the swinging until I make my way back to the momentary stillness.
I am sitting on the floor, breathing in and out.
Slowly and deeply. I imagine my breath as that swing.
I inhale, filling my lungs. I exhale and empty. I let the breath get longer, slower, more exaggerated.
I inhale deeply for a count of 5. I exhale for 5.
I inhale for 6, and exhale for 6.
I inhale for 7, and I become aware of the tiniest space between the inhale and exhale. I exhale for 7.
I inhale for 8. I’m there again, in that space.
I am neither breathing in nor out.
Exhale for 8.
Inhale for 9. I am here, in that space.
I want to live here in this space
effortless weightless still.
Exhale for 9…
As I move through my days. I keep finding these spaces.
The brief empty places in the constant stream of thought.
The tiniest of moments between action and reaction.
The weightless effortless unfettered moments of pause.
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