2026-07-15
The space between thought,
what is that made of?
Is it merely a current of air?
One that gentle flows like the wind when I stand on top of the mountain.
Or is it more like concrete?
Solid, sturdy and static,
creating structure for the sculptures we live in.
It’s the moment of silence in which the compliance to the currents of my body takes over my experience.
Unfortunately, it lasts only as long as it takes me to react to it.
That tiny gap is where creation lies.
The moment a flower blooms,
or a little sparkle appears in your eyes.
But before I know it, it’s gone.
How could I ever know a moment without thought?
Still, it’s that space in between,
that, one day, I hope to have seen.