It’s a delicate thing
to walk this path —
to know a truth
so deeply,
in its most raw form,
having become willing
to stand still
in the heart —
to follow the quiet,
wordless prayer
found there —
to remain in this
quiet space
and wait for words.
Author: Laurie's Notes
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
From a quiet prayer…
like a quiet prayer…
Lost
I had to know
what was right
there with me,
an internal knowing
I seemed to have
lost —
a different kind
of thought
that bubbled up
subtly
more like sensing —
a quiet prayer
that, when followed,
led through challenges —
past all the surface hype —
back into real satisfaction
and lasting
calm —
naturally clearing away
every other question —
softening
everything in its path —
if only I could
remember the words.
Where There Was Calm
This listening prayer
began to feel
less like doing
and more like
falling —
a trading in
of tightly held ideas
of what this life
should be —
an ever so slight
clinging
to only the empty
space in my heart
where there was
calm.
Not So Long Ago
All things became
infused with
and flowed out of
this quiet prayer —
this same subtle,
inaudible whisper
I strained so hard
to hear —
not so long ago.
Unsorted
I became willing
to let the surface be
a little bit
unsorted —
holding my ground
and keeping my focus
within the natural calm
of my heart —
holding steady
as a little more
of me
began to reflect
this place.
Where There Is Calm
Help us to
notice the place
in our our hearts
where there is
natural calm —
where all parts
are accepted
as they are —
where we intuitively
hold and set free —
where quiet prayers
are whispered and answered
as one movement
Amen
This Quiet Prayer
This quiet prayer
of my heart
guided me
ever so gently
into silent spaces —
past thought —
through and past
pain and tenderness —
always safely back
to right where I started —
each time
a little more sweetly.
Here
My heart’s song
was in the natural way
I finally vowed
to go to the core —
to drop everything
and explore
a natural moment
of stillness —
to listen deeply
to nature and art —
to accept only
what was right
in front of me —
without labels,
withought thoughts
of being fixed —
without a need
to understand,
heal or change
anything.
I began to listen
here.
Enough
When it really
came down to it,
much of what
I thought I needed
wasn’t it.
It was enough
to quiet my heart
and follow
the quiet,
wordless prayer
I found there.
And it was there —
even as a whisper —
even when I
couldn’t hear.
It was at the bottom
of what I thought
was a search
for something else.
Laurie's Notes 