There is often unnoticed tension,
Between awakening and invention.
A moment when a window opens in your personal space,
A rare offering of new prospects.
Calling for sitting still,
Instead of running fast,
Breathlessly falling behind,
Fiercely grasping after prizes
Believed to last and last.
A lucky stopping permits attention
To scents and sounds, interests and habits,
Allows for clarification of experience.
Time to imagine options,
And the rare moment to dwell
in this liminal space:
Discover who you are and have been,
Note struggles, joys, and pain,
Think back to before, examine beliefs,
Claim excitement in future possibilities,
Then dive in.
Such moments fly at light speed,
Save when fired by personal desire,
Your hunger expands space into a new shapes.
Leap to meet the challenge, damn adversity,
Act with character and personal authority.
Too many ride ocean waves
Oblivious to direction,
Behave like tourists taking in the view.
Drain life choices of imagination.
Take the plunge,
Be the wave,
Beg time to explore decisions,
Let the in-between resonate,
Then go live your invention.
THH
8/3/24
Thoughts Have Hands 