The Most Loving Thing

There was tenderness

in the persistent way

pieces of my own heart

longed for understanding

and in the gentle way

they became willing

to surrender

the need to grasp —

to step outside

neatly sorted

concepts and ideas

and every place

that was comfortable

and guaranteed —

to toss it all up

again and again

because it was

the most loving thing.

Straight Through

I found peace

in the quiet way

I learned to hold

and let go

of all that crossed

my path.

I found it

in the silence

within my heart,

often in the middle

of the most difficult

parts of the journey

where the sound

of my own steps

taken in pure faith

and a knowing smile

from a passer-by

became my greatest hope

and inspired me

to keep walking

straight through.

Into My Heart

I found myself within

a beautiful motion

of holding

and letting go,

allowing attention

to land

where it pleased,

sometimes pausing —

always continuing —

unattached to labels

or the need to

connect all of the dots

too soon —

holding and honoring

all that crossed

my path

as this most natural

rhythm began to feel

more and more

like home —

letting go into

my own deepest heart.

Sacred Space

I began to let the words

find their own way

out of my experiences

and out of my heart,

though the empty space

I was left holding,

having tossed everything

back to wherever it came.

I became willing to

stand in that uncomfortable

place of in-between,

letting the pieces

come together

as they always did —

allowing life

to both lead and follow —

showing up empty

of me —

holding sacred space

for all of us.