Sometimes
the very best
I could do
was focus where
I was —
sinking
just below
the surface
where quiet prayers
were felt —
following —
floating —
allowing
each piece
of me
to flow most
naturally
in the direction
of my
heart.
Category: Continuing On
With an Open Heart
There were times
it seemed
my spirit
was tired.
And so I continued on
a little more
gently —
finding rest
as I lightly embraced
and let go
with open hands
and an open
heart.
Without a Doubt
I had stood
on the edge.
I had looked darkness
in the face.
I had searched
my own soul
down to the core
and held the tiniest
point of light.
And I had grown
tired.
I had screamed
and cried.
And I had
given up —
for a while.
I had found comfort
and regathered
my heart
in pieces
and yes,
prayed —
to whoever could hear —
again.
I had listened
to whoever dared
to share
anything that resembled
what I had known
and let go of
and knew again
in that moment —
without a doubt.
Longings
I found
all those old
longings to be seen
and understood
and invisible
and left alone
and right
and all that other
Stuff
had actually been
multiple sides
of the same longing for
my own whole
Self.
When I was connected,
I found life to be
a little less
conditional
and a lot more
fun.
Where We Are Free
I will sit
with you
in this place —
for I know
the heaviness
in your heart
as it is also in mine.
And my arms reach
wide enough
to hold us
both.
I will hold us both
in this place —
where we are
free —
for as long
as we need.
Gentle Transformation
Healing my heart was
a subtle shift,
an honoring
of what was
there,
a light holding
and letting go —
a gentle transformation
into a new perspective
of what was
already.
Into Emptiness
I let go
once more
into the emptiness,
into the mysterious
and messy
and beautiful –
because I have learned
what it means
to be whole
and to trust
in all that is here
and all that is
within.
However Long
I found that
Love,
in its purest form,
doesn’t depend
on some end
goal.
It honors all
of life —
all that unfolds
out of itself —
for however long it
stays.
Unbroken
At a certain point,
I began to seek
truth
for the sake of truth.
The decision was made
to set down
everything.
There were no words
for the gratitude
I carried on
for the little
frightened parts
of me
that sensed
and remembered
being unbroken.
Moment of Truth
At a certain point,
I found
that projecting myself
any further into
the future
than that very moment
was not something
I could afford to do
any longer.
And so I prepared
as best I could
for the unknown.
And as I had done
before,
in a moment
of absolute truth,
I vowed to show up
in that moment
and the next
and trust
that my willingness
to risk
would be met.
And I knew
I would never
leave the prayer
that began
in that moment
of truth.
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