Neutral Until I Name It

nothing happened… not really just a moment passing through me but I felt the shift begin when the mind stepped in it was quiet… it was open no weight, no meaning holding then a label tried to land like it always can and I saw it… right before it stuck that split second where it all gets made up it’s neutral… till I name it empty space… till I claim it no meaning sitting in the scene till the mind steps in between it’s nothing… till I call it no rise, no fall inside it I can feel it forming slow and I can let it go same moment… different ending if I stop the story bending no extra weight to carry in no loop to fall within I remember how I used to move every feeling turned into proof every silence meant something wrong every pause turned into a song but now I catch it… in the act before the meaning can attach it’s neutral… till I name it empty space… till I claim it no meaning sitting in the scene till the mind steps in between it’s nothing… till I call it no rise, no fall inside it I can feel it forming slow and I can let it go there’s a gap… I live right there before the label fills the air before the story starts to spin before I turn it into “this” I don’t rush to understand I don’t reach to take a stand I just watch it as it is and don’t decide what it is it’s neutral… till I name it I don’t have to recreate it same world, different view nothing changed… I just didn’t choose it’s neutral… till I name it and I don’t have to claim it that’s the shift, that’s the frame I stopped playing the meaning game