2022/1/31 #poetry Waiting, very clearly with nothing to do, I notice something obvious that I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. Those moments when, freed from necessity of action, nay, forced to pause, are a space that was itself waiting for its opportunity to grant you new insights and observations. You can practice breaking away from purposeful activities. It is unquestionably of extreme value. No amount of practice can bring you the skill of getting to that space that is visited when waiting, without distracting, that clears away the deepest feeling of need for purpose. A purpose is being fulfilled, but it requires nothing of you but presence, and one purpose is enough, so you can otherwise be free. The mind then isn't clear just from lack of need for action. It will take up where it left off on everything that it hasn't had time to deal with. If there's nothing more to deal with or if this seems an inappropriate space to deal with anything then the clarity comes up. A nowness. Senses open. Time halts, nearly, minutes stretching on, breaths clearly marching you forward but each one a whole life. Lives upon lives of plentitude.