A gap in the ponderance
As we reflect upon our existence
That moment between thoughts
That space between each breath
That is what is mindfulness
That is the present moment still
A break from all the mindless yabber
A moment of quiet in a chaotic place
It’s a place of solitude and bliss
It’s a perfect present of uniqueness
A balance of things that is a gift
For spiritual love it is everything
That evolves from this nothingness
Of the conscious being.
fauxcroft 
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