Step / Stop

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Step

check my gate

Step

that feels sore

Step

with each impact

Step

my attention is drawn to

Step

the presence of pain

Step

I do my best to listen to it

Step

to learn from it

Step

to adapt

Step

Can it be avoided?

Step

Or must it be accepted?

Step

I'm obsessed

Step

with the idea of progress

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each step with purpose, with pride

Step

and yet the seeming crying inside me

Step

but I keep moving

Step

even though I feel

Step

every fiber of my being

Step

is asking me to

Stop.

 

I finally do.

I sit.

I listen.

Sure, I was listening before, but always trying to get somewhere. Go. Do. 

Here I am. Here I will be.

It doesn't mean I can't step or I don't step or I won't step again.

As I recover my sight, I reserve the right.

To move as it behooves me, and to run for the love. 

I know the calm that can be in movement and I learn the serenity in stillness.

Embrace the unique calm of a clear mind, full heart, no agenda, and now. 

 

To step or to stop: This is the dance, the question, and the opportunity. 

Even in stepping there is stopping and in stopping there is stepping. 

This is good news, lest all activity or creativity become an occupation of being preoccupied.

Both are a retreat, both an advancement, and sometimes the best action is to take no action at all but the choice to be.

Barefoot Ben FaderComment