When compulsion to prove my point overcomes me
And my need to respond is fuelled by urgency,
My mind races to be right
My senses rise to the fight
And then I reluctantly remember…
The Pause.
The humbling, painful Pause
The uncomfortable, brakes-on Pause
The beautiful, let-things-sit Pause
That turns my focus from agitation
To curious investigation
Unravelling my defences to uncover a
deeper wisdom.
The Pause that is active yet still,
Noticing but not heavy lifting
Permission granter for things to unfold
Space creator for quiet questions to evolve.
© Ange Disbury, 2022
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