Boxes

An open box. Space. Relaxed.
One small trinket fills a small corner. Slight purpose. Still spacious. Relaxed. Open. Slowly it fills with notes and works in progresses. The box is filled. Tense. Closed. A box of free time crammed with should do’s and must do’s. Becoming will do’s. Space-less. Air is even replaced. To learn to have small boxes, each will a small piece. Process piece by piece. The box remains relaxed. Spacious. But to know, a box will never be empty, but never full.

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