When looking inside
— Geo Davis
and searching within,
wondering inward,
wandering wayward,
try to remember
the power of pause.
Dwell for a moment
or maybe a day
in the interval
between familiar
and mysterious,
the interstices
potently perfumed,
possibilities
pollinating,
fierce fecundity
flowering, fruiting.
The Power of Pause?
This small poem might not be complete. Close. But possibly still evolving. Likely.
Born of the lily macro, a habitual perspective for me. Intimacy. And unlikely angles. A fascination with the familiar unfamiliar. And the proximity between the known and the unknown. The exotic, unanticipated, irregular right in front of us. Even within us. The relationship between native and exotic. The gap. Distance. Time.
What if we more comfortably stalled in these interstices? If we opted to dawdle in the discomfort of risk, of uncertainty, of transition long enough to grow slightly more comfortable? And if investing ourselves in the pause, yielding trustingly, patiently, curiously might actually enrich us? Might fortify fruiting?
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