The muse and I have an agreement.
She flows. I open. Myself. The floodgates. The doors. The windows. The entrances to my heart, my mind, my body, my being present. Here.
And in all that is opened up I lose the need to know what word, what thought, what idea comes next and simply allow. The word, the thought, the idea to appear.
This morning, I sat at my desk. My final eggnog latte of the season steamed in my Christmas mug, (final because the container is empty). Beaumont the Sheepadoodle curled up at my feet, piano music played softly all around, the furnace hummed, my husband slept in our bed.
Outside my window, the sun was kissing the night good-bye with rose-streaked kisses.
I sat at my desk and welcomed in the morning with a soul-satisfying breath. It sank, deep, deep into my belly. Softly, silently, it flowed with ease into my lungs, down, down into the crucible of my body, And as I breathed in, then out, I felt my conscious mind sinking down, down into the presence of the sacredness of this life-giving ritual of breathing. With each breath, in and out, I felt my entire being expand into every cell of my body bringing me effortlessly into the hallowed nature of this moment at the edge of day dawning.
And the words poured out.
Perhaps
©2020 Louise Gallagher
In a rush to make-meaning
in all that has happened
in all that has gone wrong
or right
in all that has been lost
or gained
I lose
myself
in the desperate struggle
to not feel
the loss
of all I tell myself
has been lost.
Perhaps in my struggle
to make it all
make sense
or have a purpose
or fit into a box
that only I can see
I lose sight of
all I cannot see.
Perhaps, the meaning
is in the experience.
Perhaps, the making sense
does not make sense.
Perhaps, when I allow
the purpose of everything
to be the experience
of everything
without holding on
to it all
without fearing
losing
it all
without judging it
good or bad
acceptable or unacceptable
necessary or unnecessary
I will find myself
in that liminal space
where all I have
and all I am
and all I know
are nothing
more than
all I have to let go of.
And, perhaps
when I let go
of naming
all I have
all I lost
all I won
all I know
I will find myself
in all I am.
Perhaps then I will experience
the all that I am
as the most
precious
gift
of all.
Elgie,
Another song in the making!
Seriously, read it again – it’s beautiful.
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Thank you! I shall. Read it and… work on a collaboration. ❤
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May light of dawn guide you as day rises anon.
May gold rays tinged with pink beckon you.
As dawn creeps in, veiled in shrouds of mist,
Neither fear nor falter.
Go forth – your day awaits.
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Oooohhhhh. Nice! love how it creeps in like the dawn guiding me into my day
❤
thank you.
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What a beautiful poem reflecting back to Louise the light she has given us today.
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Glorious photos and words. Calm and confident. ❤
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Thank you so much Kelley. I am excited to be ‘seeing’ and writing with you again on Wednesday!
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Me, too!
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Louise,
What a beautiful nurturing space you gave yourself and your poem is a powerful reflection.
I would like to send these words back to you. I am shining my light on them.
“when I allow
the purpose of everything
to be the experience
of everything
I will find myself
in that liminal space”
of love.
Thank you for sharing your voice with me today.
Ali
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Yes! Always Love.
thank you Ali. ❤
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Oh what words so lovely anf moving.
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Thank you Joanne. ❤ I'm glad they moved you! ❤
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So beautiful Louise.
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Thank you David. ❤
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It has a feel of TS Eliots ‘ A Book of Practical Cat’s’ and Waiting for Godot.
Give the muse a coffee!
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Oh my. Thank you!
LOL — she prefers wine! 🙂 ok. just not in the morning. 🙂
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