The space between our thoughts. The area of our discontent. The arena of multi avenues in which we travel, constant in motion yet going no where in time.
The space between what does it hold? Why does it hold too much?
This space is about holding onto nothing. Its about being in the moment with no particular reason for being there. Its an empty house and a full heart.
This space in-between where everything is there yet nothing is important enough to engage you in a quandary of misconceptions. There are no stories to tell yourself.
A space where we can breathe. We can take in all we know and all we perceive and give it a voice. A voice that tells us to let go, not to worry and to find peace there.
Its a clean house, where not only is everything gone but it holds an emptiness that states you don’t have to come back again and again. You know you have done a good job of packing up and removing unwanted thoughts. Don’t ask them to return, its useless to invite them for they will take over when you least expecti them.
A space between thoughts is movement. Its an ongoing process of clearing out and being real. We have a space to learn, to accept and to be authentic. A space to believe we can accomplish something positive without second guessing ourselves. A room that is and is not, only there when we need to be in it then we lock the door and leave.