Guest Post By Kay Davidson

There is an emptiness in this space

That feels strange, unfamiliar.

The strangeness –

Nothing pushing me forward

Nothing pulling me back

No ” I used to be..” / no former identity

No call to be anything else.

 

I stand ‘here’ – child-like –

In a kind of wonder-land

Taking it in, the freshness of it.

Curious.

What is here?

What is ‘here’ like?

Where is the ground here?

How am I with ‘here’?

What is not here?

 

PS: I wonder if I’ll ever know.

It comes and goes..

This strangeness.

 

 

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