Groundlessness…

…is when I let go of my story, my need to know, to be right, to make sense of..
let go of my mind, of a beginning, middle and end
let go into this moment, this breath, this opening
let go and be in me
in my cracking heart, letting tears gush from my eyes

breathing, sensing, letting something arise in me, be in me, be passed through me
watching in wonder at this birthing
it’s the most subtle delicate movement from needing to know, to simply being with
my mind screams at me “but what is this?”
what do I call it? Name it?
it’s a place of no name
just the resting inside of me
letting whatever is, unfold
being with it
it is opening to my sacred gateway
to my longing, to my ache
and honouring it
being in awe of this
something is moving, being birthed
something that deeply connects me to the heart of all things
and by letting go I am held so profoundly and preciously.

I weep anew.