Poem: A Mermaid of the Liminal

You tell me to shout…louder & louder.

Claim your space!

But what if I tell you…quiet now…slow down, release your grasp.

What if I tell you I don’t need to take up more space. To fill it all. What if I told you that I want to hold it, create it.

For spirit, for sound and for silence, for feeling and for numbness, for life and for death.

What if I tell you there are no words - no words I can speak to satisfy your hunger, your thirst.

That it all lies in your unbecoming.

How does it feel in this gap?

The silence. Liminal. Unknown. Unspeakable.

Can you stay here a little while longer.

Pause. Breathe. Be. Dream.

Hear the orchestra surrounding you. Hear yourself for the first time.

Heart beating. Lungs breathing.

Sometimes it’s not rightfully yours.

Sometimes it’s not rightfully mine.

Sometimes it’s not ours but theirs.

Sometimes the silence belongs to no one.

The common ground.

Words unsaid but felt.

How does it feel to let go of me, let go of you.

To allow spaciousness to prosper.

To melt away. Surrender.

To allow space for life……how does that feel?

To sink deeper.

Do you hold your breath or are you free to breathe?

A mermaid of the liminal.