Pause: lovely word, funny word -
So much nicer than 'Stop!'
It's not 'fix',
But just 'pause' in what I am doing.
A gentle 'Musical Statues', or 'Grandmother's Footsteps'….
Showing 'I'm alive and playing, but just not moving….
Sometimes it's called 'The Zero Point' - the space between….
When Paused I can...
Ponder: On what?
On what the doing was.
How the stuff is going for me.
Whether I really desire the desired.
Whether I've made it all up.
Whether I'm flowing or stuck.
Whether the thing is doing its thing as I planned….
Ponder on being a being,
Which I had forgotten was happening
As I did the doing.
So, in my Pausing and Pondering…
I wake up.
I come to.
I have a kinaesthetic Ponder too -
My tight heck.
My shallow breath.
My braced knees.
My slumped tum.
How did they creep up on me?
I missed that!
But they did.
So I let go -
And expand -
Easing the tightenings,
Lengthening the collapse.
Now I move. I….
Or over there.
It depends on what I Pondered in the Pause.
But now awake, I make a Now choice,
And so my Proceeding is fresh,
I've changed something right inside me
Where I can make secret, personal, change...
And I can expand,
Up from down and down from up,
Side to side and side from side,
Front to back and back to front.
A long, open, wide, deep me
Will enjoy whatever the wherever-ing.
A short, tight, compressed me,
So I take the Pause and the Ponder,
And let the Proceed begin within -
I go from where it begins inside,
Flowing from centre to goal.
And soon again I Pause - still moving,
Greeting the Ponder in the space it makes,
And see Proceed flow out as gold...