meeting myself

on the page

meeting myself

the great

(or terrifying)

thing about intuitive writing, this thing I’m doing now

is that there is no right or wrong way to do it

there can be no mistakes

there are no mistakes

and there are no correct ways to do it

which is terrifying

because

how will I know I did it right?

how will I know I did it well?

how will I know

how can I be certain

how can I validate what I’m writing is…

what?

this is where I come to meet all my expectations

this is where I come to meet all my prejudice

all my beliefs

all my criteria

all my lenses

all my filters

all my concepts of myself and the world

if there is no right or wrong,

why do it?

are you scared of the vast empty space beyond right and wrong?

because I am

this is where I meet myself

this is the chance to shed it all

to shed the ideas I feel I must uphold

to shed the ideas I have about me

to shed all my identities

when all pretence is gone

what is left?

who am I then?

a woman

an animal

a being

vibration

movement

breath

moment in time