pause: an invitation
She invites me in.
“Is it safe?” I wonder.
But there’s something about her open arms
that puts me at ease.
In one gesture she beckons me in
and holds at bay anything else
that would get in the way
of this sacred space,
This space between
that takes on a different quality of time,
more dense and more ethereal,
Like a carefully crafted cake
with layers of richness and pockets of lightness
that invite you to linger in its deliciousness
a little longer …
Like a carefully crafted space
that opens up a portal to the soul
and your heart says, “I’m in.”
“What beauty and magic shall come from this place,”
she wonders, as she wanders in – cautiously curious.
