The Space Within

When I was younger

I believed I was a channel, a receptacle

For the pain of others

. . . . . . . 

          I am a container for disease and hurt.

I absorb.  I swallow into my belly

Pain and shame

Mine, and others

To keep all safe

To be well, I must vomit it out, 

birth it out

Releasing the shadows; 
the diseases, into the world

     Open throat.  Shame in, shame out

                                                                            . . . . 

Such a lie, to believe this.

To believe myself capable of protecting others from their pain.

We must each walk our path

Our pain is our own

I swallowed no substance.  Air.  Illusion.

My basket is empty

Nothing to let go of

There is no death within me

There is no death within me

Nothing to let go of but the belief

No more walls of protection

No more fear of being seen

I am in eternity and eternity is in me

All that I see . . . all the beauty . . . the colors . . .

The sounds, the smells. . . I possess them

Oh joy, oh joy!

My Creator . . . Love . . . Life

Real life

Lives within me

There are no boundaries

No barriers

I gaze at the mountains

I carry their majesty within me

I look to the skies

I am filled with color and space

All life is in me

I in it

There is no loss

No regret

Even if I never climb another mountain

I carry them within me

I am full of space

Space for energy

I am empty of death.  Full of space.  Life.

I am alive through and through

Nothing to hide in shadow 

All can be freely seen and loved

Smile child.  Smile.  Be loved

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