Perhaps ©2020 Louise Gallagher In a rush to make-meaning in all that has happened in all that has gone wrong or right in all that has been lost or gained I lose myself in the desperate struggle to not feel what I tell myself has been lost. Perhaps in my struggle to make it all make sense or have a purpose or fit into a box that only I can see I lose sight of all I cannot see. Perhaps, the meaning is in the experience. Perhaps, the making sense does not make sense. Perhaps, when I allow the purpose of everything to be the experience of everything without holding on to it all without fearing losing it all without judging it good or bad acceptable or unacceptable necessary or unnecessary I will find myself in that liminal space where all I have and all I am and all I know are nothing more than all I have to let go of. And, perhaps when I let go of naming all I have all I lost all I won all I know I will find myself in all I am. Perhaps then I will experience the all that I am as the most precious gift of all.