Quieting

Unsorted January 28, 2017

And so I stood

as the shattered pieces

of a self finding

its own heart.

There was a

quieting

in the midst

of the chaos

as it began

to sense

the different way

truth was felt

here,

the way it

flowed out

of all of its pieces —

the way it led

gently

into the place of

emptiness,

how it was moved

by the natural beauty

and delicate balance

of the very ground

of its own being —

where it was humbled

and without words

for a moment–

careful

not to impose.

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