Negative Space

I am existing in negative space.
Not this.
Not that.
Not that either.
Everywhere at my feet,
I look down and see
Remnants of former lives
Former beliefs
Former systems
That strangled my spirit.
I sip my coffee,
Feeling the nothingness;
Sensing the fullness
Of nothingness.
Trusting,
Trusting,
Trusting,
And resting.
Knowing that my beautiful life
Lies nowhere in those remnants.
It lies at the edges of safety,
In the halo of possibilities
Floating around me.
With senses open,
I can feel my power to choose
Experiences,
Lessons,
Ways of being,
That create my beautiful life,
And invite others to do the same.

This is only the beginning…