This is the second poem that showed up on my door step yesterday morning. Brilliant wishful thinking on my part, don't you think!! 

Love Courage Peace
If only I could write a word –
or carve it or paint it
or draw it and have it
STICK
 
Have the meaning stay present,
the subtleties live on in my mind
and actions,
thoughts and feelings.
 
If only I could DO SOMETHING
for once
that stays forever
that doesn’t slip or fade or degrade.
 
I am craving a sure footing
a solid place to stand
a firm rail to grab
a holy place of pause and safety.
 
Let the universe fly by outside
in all its chaos & drama & blah blah blah.
I want none of it.
 
I choose a quiet, still, calm
eye of the storm,
to gather myself
and hold myself
and write words
that STICK and
SINK IN
to all that I am.
 
ENOUGH.
 
9/8/20

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
​
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