The Space Inside

When I sat down to journal this morning I wrote the following bit spontaneously:

"My serenity is my own - my rock - my inner calm is my haven and core of safety. There is nothing outside me any longer. It has all come inside to dwell - quietly, joyfully or sadly with anguish. There is only the world I make or say or create - that is all love. And while we learn, we remember, we observe, we experience."

I then went on to write about some dreams that I had and do my usual doodling and after a bit I got around to writing a poem because I had an appointment with a poetry friend. That's what we do. We meet each week and share poetry. We had missed the last few weeks due to various vacations and commitments so I didn't have anything new since the last time we talked. Thank God for Annie! I wrote this... well this came through and relates to the first bit that I quoted above. 

The Space Inside
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There is no “out”
inside.
The only “space”
is "in."

There is no space
empty of experience.
There is no experience
for which I am not the source.
 
There is no source
with meaning.
In all meaning I am responsible
creator and created.
 
There is no responsibility
where freedom does not thrive.
 
There is no explanation.
There is no reason or logic.
 
Only intuition.
BEING the fearless images
I source from the
inside out.

Laurie McCauley 9/8/20

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