It's like waiting, but without the implication of inconvenience.
It's being empty. Without expectation, and so, free.
It's standing on two feet, with the full powers of the breath. Spine straight.
It's trusting in the meantime. Leaning on its arms.
It's the bus coming but not yet.
It's another opportunity to imagine entire realms at work, at rest...
...The concerns of whole populations...
...The joy of certain thousands...
...The sun rising somewhere else, over creatures awakening to the same old miracle.
A million transformer hums, singing with jet engines, the wind in various corners, a million chanting souls, and what else?
Kettles, horns, bowls, bells, anything.
