The In Between - a narrative poem

April 5, 2024

There’s a place called the In Between.

It’s a perpetual, unsettled state of searching for a future we’ll never find and remembering a past that doesn’t exist. 

This place traps many, with few enjoying the process and fewer letting events unfold as they will.

Some bodies scream, wishing to escape it; others learn acceptance and flow.

The people of this place are disconnected - their only hope, found in observing and learning from nature as it honors the unfolding of Now, and yet destruction of these vital lessons occurs willfully, regularly, and with pride. 

Everything is One in this place; everything is connected, and yet people, with their blinded consciousness, wish to escape it. 

The In Between is Now; it surrounds us here in the present, and always will. 

It’s hard to accept because we strive for somewhere else, somewhere better.

But as we know, greener grass is never actually found; it’s simply different grass with different experiences. 

To flow in the In Between we must find presence, acceptance even. 

We must find beauty in the passing of time that slows as we gaze upon it - in the growing of a flower or the hatching of a bird. 

We must wish for the present moments we want to experience and trust that they’ll come in a distant present not yet lived; that’s how we manifest, how we dream. 

We must bring laughter, joy, peace, and love to the In Between, to our present, every chance we have.

This place is our daily life - this place can be our greatest burden or our greatest gift, the choice is ours.

The In Between, although occasionally arduous, has more beauty and abundance than we could ever comprehend.

We must simply accept and flow with its vital and continual force - a force flowing through each of us until the day we die.

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The In Between is what we make of it.

Let us strive to make it effortless, bountiful, and abundant, because someday we’ll look back, realizing how quickly it all passed and wishing for more In Between than we could ever get.

Thanks for reading :)

xoxo, Ayla