the pause that refreshes

does pausing really exist?

sure, there is frame-break.

there is current stimulation overwhelm.

but does momentum of the moment

go with memory, as load-bearing, 

as if the past has the gravity 

to declare that there is this pause,

but a not fully forgotten,  

as a return date in the mind?

is this where the mind's audience

is considered as engaged in what was

and is not prepared for what is?

and that an act of mindful clarity

is to eventually return to what it previously was,

as a continuance of self as audience 

to what think is on stage providing?

why would the audience of the mind do that?

that is so superficial in intent.

self awareness of any profound measure

would always put spontaneity ahead 

of declared interest.

only someone fooling their self

would want continuance 

over anything improvisational.

one would always choose whim over will.

the inherent dangers of will-continuance

are blatant and obvious,

as boredom is ever looming,

and monotony is a sneak attack but deadly.

whim has wider vision

and more unsuspected depth to enroll

as levity of the mind.

levity is a form of mind yoga in practice.

pausing is a false fronting of now.

time should never stand as first in line.

now is always at the fountain drinking.

pause in just a crossing guard

with a mindset of service intentions,

yet unneeded in a sense of the ongoing.

pause is about unspoken declaratives

that should remain as unmentionables

and certainly not about 

what memory will get us back to,

for then, once again.

pausing has a myopia to itself,

a false dignity seeking expression.

the only pause I can really appreciate

is the one that comes 

before the grandness of a triumphant sneeze.

damn, that has really a worth to it,

as if a pause that refreshes.

I can readily pause for that . . .