Elongated Lapses

When lifetimes were shorter, did people take this long to express their love?

Was there a time when songs from the heart streamed directly to the ears of the ones we loved?

Should we not be more afraid of the words unsaid or the songs unsung?

What happens to those?

Do they return to the ether when we do?

Do they move on to someone more courageous?

We don't recognize the urgency of joy or love or desire.

The most precious things in this life are the most fragile and require our presence.

The sensory gifts that lengthen our life are limited to the scraps that remain after we give ourselves away.

Life and its moments are ephemeral, and our actions should reflect that knowing.

Let there be more love.

That one extra hug.

Telling someone your true feelings.

Taking the phone call.

Hearing a child's story.

Looking into someone's eyes.

The first bite of your favourite meal.

The sound of a loved one's laugh.

Creating something from scratch.

Taking a pause in daily transitions.

Listening to a whole album in bed.

Fleeting and easy to slip through your fingers, these should be savoured and treated with reverence.

There is a deep discomfort in holding joy, peace, or relaxation.

It seems we’ve lost the art of allowing emotions to determine the length of a moment.

The sweeter the sensation, the longer it lasts.

Lingering.

Swirling.

Musing.

Meandering.

Wandering.

Pausing.

We distribute time as hypocrites, stealing it from our bliss to hold onto our mistakes, misspoken words, and regrettable actions.

A collective agreement exists to tell us we are not capable of being embodied in time.

But only when it applies to the rebellious forces of love, joy, and peaceful existence.

Elongated lapses in movement.

Stillness comingling with softness.

Presence opening to ecstasy.

If we can limit our fulfillment, why can’t we allow the experiences that erode our confidence to be just as fleeting?

Why does a stutter in a speech last longer in our minds than the applause that follows?

Does it need to take so long for us to release the things that make us smaller?

Desires are continually pushed further away to accommodate deadlines for things that fail to bring us satisfaction.

Love and inspiration are not finite resources, but our life here will end.

Let the tiny joyful things expand and take up space.

Give an extra few seconds, minutes, or hours if you are brave.

Your soul wants to deeply embody this human life.