Silence as staying

We're in a room that is a field.

The absence of walls is the containment.

We are held by space herself.

Words, noise, shaping something, feels intrusive.

And so I stay, held by the wall-less field.

space seeds receiving

space for receiving

space as receiving

something moves in the other,

it is becoming in its remembering,

and the field stays with us

the field breathes

in the becoming,

out the remembering

it doesn't contract,

and what is emerging finds its own breath,

aliveness, forming