Boredom

A gift,
a space,
a gap,
a moment to pause.

A chasm
where creativity stretches its arms.

No response.
Just noticing.
Awareness of everything
and nothing at all.

I listen to my breathing.

An itch arrives.
I hold it,
let it be.
Acknowledge it.
Sit with it.

It softens.
Its urgency loosens.

I soften too.
My breath slows.
I open.

A quiet settles in,
like a weighted blanket
from the universe.

There is purpose here.
A quiet knowing.
Something waiting
for space to arrive.

So I make space
for silence.

And in that silence
there is room
for the creative abundance
of my life.

Because in the stillness
I find presence.
I find creativity.

I take
space
to breathe.