And on the seventh day, I rested.

Following whispers from my inner voice I took time out

to go within

and touch those spots that others can’t reach.

A bit like a Torah edict.

Then my head space opened,

stimulating conversations between beliefs, ethics, fears, contradictions.

Embracing a particular  tussle between the existential and the essential.

Or is it my new calling?

Taking a break is a fertile phase. It sows seeds. It gives birth.

I’m back now,

A better version of me.