Liminal Space
There’s an infinite space between the worlds,
where edges blur and time stills and swirls.
Not where you were, not where you’ll be,
not where you’re going, not where you’ve been
A hallway between two sliding doors,
a silencing tremor at the centre of your core.
Your grieving, your growing, your breaking apart,
ushering in a new entry to the heart.
You bet it’s messy, like spilled ink on the page,
it’s the only script for the coming age.
You can’t rush through; you must endure,
for pain is a pathway for a soul to mature.
There’s no need to fear this unknown road,
The Spirit can bear this heavy load
Lament the loss, let the tears flow,
rest and know that comfort will grow.
In the shedding of old skins, you’ll find your grace,
your true self emerges in this liminal space
It’s the in-between,
where the past whispers your name,
where the future feels too far to claim.
You’re caught in a storm, afraid to let flow,
but freedom demands the old self must go.
Courage is born in the fire of now,
a vessel that bends but does not bow.
This is not inadequacy; it’s the art of becoming.
It’s living with integrity while pursuing your reckoning
Control slips like sand through clenched fists,
weakness is where true power exists.
Losing your grip on a well scripted past,
slowing down a heart that’s beating too fast
Embarking this threshold, though shadows creep,
there’s a quiet promise, a sacred deep.
Old narratives fall like withering leaves,
clearing the way for a heart that believes.
This phase is not a void—it’s a womb,
a sacred birthing, a breaking of tombs.
a place where you’ll hear your truest name,
and rise, unshackled from fear, death and shame
So linger here, in the ache and unknown,
for this is where wholeness is sown.
It’s not just death—it’s grace in disguise,
it’s forging the new to lift your eyes.
This liminal space is holy ground,
a crucible where your future abounds.
So shed, and mourn, let go and grieve,
heal, and move forward, to truly live!
.....reflecting on the many phases, transitions, stages, valleys and peaks of life; the grief, loss, fear, shedding, delayering and hard bloody work it takes to move through it all; and the beauty and art of reckoning and becoming ones true self in alignment with The Way, The Truth and The Life.