The in between

That moment when the sun is not yet completely shining but you perceive its light.

That liminal space between the darkness of the night with its quiet depths, and the raging heat of the day with the light that pierces the eyes.

That bridge between states, where awareness shivers in a constant swirl to find its place, but suddenly it realises, awareness itself is all there is.

Where here and now becomes everywhere and always…

The blank page where poems are written.

The silence where words are spoken.

It is the in between that I find myself longing for….

So that’s where you will find me.