©2013 Louise Gallagher
It is interesting how in the act
of creating, the fear of drying up
creates the negative space
where the muse cannot flow
for fear she will become lost
in the darkness of nothing
that appears when I fear
the call of my soul to run free
of words and judgment and the belief
I am in control of the process
of letting go of the darkness.
Holding onto nothing, inspiration breathes
into the space where I become one with
the muse connecting
into words creating images
that tumble and cavort into being,
joyfully leaping through the space
I once feared to go
leaving no mark of their becoming visible
but the rhythm of their journey
into being, here, now.
Holding onto nothing, fear vanishes
in the light of everything that appears.