meeting myself
on the page
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