Holding Space
The great gift, the beheld as penultimate,
Space, yet only if neutral in incline
Is this a gift of more than placating norms,
For in neutral, space is for what can be
Not for more of what is, oh careful pilgrim
The line is gray and blurry ‘cept in the deep
Where all abiding knows,
Knows,
That holding is nere the gift as oft’
Writ by life to scripts inept and done,
No seeker, the space to be in clear is won
By neutral, not expecting but to future be,
Then yes, full yes can though be.
Ciero