In the Gaps
This is where we find it.
In the Gaps
This is where we find it.
In the space between every ending
and fresh beginning. In the open
possible between exhale and inhale.
In the silence following a wet truth
traveling down the dark road from
mouth sealed to mouth. Between
proton and electron, ground and sky,
planet to sun to moon. The upswing
of the foot, the way it again meets
the ground. The long miracle of
everything between first sound and
last cell, in the small crack through
which the dandelion grows, reaching
ever patiently, praising the break.
- Moudi Sbeity
Praise praise that we break and open, otherwise we remain rigid and unchangeable. I want to live having said that everything touched me: beauty, hardship, wonder, loss. Or as Mark Nepo says, “to let the heart be our skin.” This poem was inspired a handful of weeks ago by a class discussion on the gap between what we know and what we don’t know, and how in there is the space for curiosity.
Want to explore the textures of grief and gratitude through poetry? Join my two-hour contemplative poetry workshop, Alhamdulillah Anyway, on Saturday March 7 from 10am to 12pm MST. There is no required cost, but donations are accepted. Our time is structured with an educational component around the intersection of poetry and mindfulness, group discussion, and of course, time to write and share.
And another offering for those in the Boulder area if you’d like to spend some time with horses, a pen, and a notebook.



Delightful i’m even loving the gaps between my teeth now! With gratitude!
praise that we break open :)