On the journey
into my own shattered heart,
all of the unanswered questions,
that what I had believed to be
something terribly wrong
had been a mirage,
of what was not just in me,
but in all of us.
And I found there was
really nothing particularly special
about me either,
except for the persistent symptoms
that urged me to keep listening
a little more deeply
and the desire to find
some way to reflect
the peace and wisdom
all that was untrue.
A note about my little notes:
I write these little notes as medicine for my soul and share them so that others may also experience the subtle healing I have
found through this process of listening as I write.
I suggest listening, not with your mind, but with your heart.
May you know the beauty in your own heart — for this is where the real healing is. My words are simply reflections of this.
Very much love and gratitude,