Journaling
appears as jotting
of thoughts and memories..
Stories..
Do we allow the stories
to take us on a
new or old journey..?
Am I this journey..?
Or am I the ground
or the space in which
the story moves..?
If I am the space
I seem as open..allowing..
Allowing without resistance
the journey I've jotted..
Yes..now I know
that I am not
the journey or journal
but what am I..?
I am
the journal as empty
before the journey..
Or more simply: I am...
(What then is that
appearing in the journal
I just jotted...?)
(What then is that
appearing in the journal
I just jotted...?)
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