My hands are on my knees.
I'm pitched forward, eyes on the ground
but not seeing it.
My breath is coming fast.
I'm letting it come fast.
It is a reaction to extreme stress:
bodily stress
emotional stress
energetic stress.
One exhale
hardly ends
before the next inhale
begins.
My arms are getting tingly.
"I need you to do something for me,"
you say.
"I need you to take a deep breath."
An exhale comes.
A quick inhale.
Another crashing exhale.
At the bottom of that breath I sense myself
Suspended between.
Suspended between
this exhale
and the next inhale.
Suspended between
fear
and action
Suspended between
I don't want to do this anymore
and We have to figure out
what we are going to do next.
No time passes.
It is a snapshot.
It is an illusion.
It is nothing.
A space where there is no
thing at all.
Neither inhale nor exhale.
Neither fear nor action.
Neither resistance nor planning.
It's the narrowest sliver.
It's the widest gap.
It's all dark.
It's all light.
It's neither.
It's both.
In that gap
I choose.
I choose that the next inhale
will be slower.
The next exhale
follows the example.
The panic passes.
I stay present.
***
Suspended between
the past and the future
is
right now.
Right now is the only
real thing.
It's a still point.
It's part of a trajectory.
It's both, depending on the perspective.
Zoom all the way out
and you can see a line,
Every moment that's ever been.
Every moment that will be.
Zoom all the way in
and it's a single pixel,
out of time.
How will we experience it?
We get to choose.
