Thoughts from my meditation on the question of Love — it is the theme this week of the year long Contemplative Listening and Writing course I began earlier this month.
Holding onto nothing, I become all that I am.
With every exhale, Love rushes into the spaces left behind where once I held onto everything.
Holding onto nothing, Love is all there is.
Holding onto nothing, Love pours in.
Love Pours In
©2021 Louise Gallagher
where breath begins
and hold onto nothing
but my last breath
fearing there will never be
another to fill
life rushes in and fills
my last breath
In the ebb
fills the void
and I become
And Love pours in.
I wrote this poem several years ago. I was reminded of it this morning when I started to share a painting I created on the weekend and realized, I needed to speak of Love.
I wanted to hold onto what I had intended. I had to let go.
And as it always does. That’s where love found me. That’s where love poured into the spaces created in letting go.