The Gentler Way

I found there was

a choice

in each moment.

I could choose

to follow the flow

of life,

co-creating with it,

or to move

in the other

direction.

And so I began

to choose

the gentler way.

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This Quiet Prayer

And so a quiet prayer

was whispered

and felt

beyond words.

And it was known

instantly,

without doubt —

by each piece

of self

in every last place

where it had been

forgotten

that it is

loved, heard,

nurtured, included

and cherished

in every new

moment

of now —

forever.

Amen

Softening

There was a

softening

of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of

peace,

the very thing

my heart had

longed for

and called me to.

There was a more

natural connection

with all of life,

a gentle unfolding

of the quiet prayer

within my heart.

Silent pauses became

welcome parts

of the relaxation into

a gentler way

of being.

Within My Heart

At a certain point,

turning back

wasn’t really an

option.

Continuing to

push and try

to force any pieces

to fit at all

began to look

a little silly.

And so I vowed

to allow

myself to blend

a little more

completely

with the quiet prayer

I held within

my heart.

A Gentle Returning

There was

a subtle shifting,

a gentle returning to

a peace

I had once known

as the connection

with all parts

of me —

within my heart.

What seemed at first

to be a pulling away

from the world

around me

became the rippling out

and receding

of my own

quiet prayers.

Within Us All

In-between struggling

and peace,

there was a delicate hand,

the me

that could lead

the rest of me safely

though this place.

It wasn’t each little

part alone

as it had seemed.

It wasn’t the good

and the bad.

It took each one

who had felt

separate

and tried so hard.

It took the trust

of each precious one

who dared

to show up.

And it was

this delicate

turning around

by the healer

within us all.

Naturally

Thoughts began

to appear more

like subtle prayers.

Old ways of thinking

fell naturally

to the background

as my mind merged

more fully

with my heart.

Old wounds were

honored and held

with love

for as long as needed

when it was difficult

to let go

all at once.

After a while,

holding and letting go

became one movement

and life was seen as

one continuous

silent prayer.

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.

This State of Prayer

I found

miracles happened

when I had entered

this state of prayer

so deeply

that I no longer

needed anything

at all

to shift

on the surface.

There were

no words

and a million

silent prayers

at once.

And I knew

without doubt

that all was well

no matter what.

Still Here

And so I began

to listen

to a softer voice,

one that seemed

to begin

as a whisper.

And though there was

great shaking

as old ways

faded,

I held on to

the quiet place

in my own heart —

letting go

of all that left.

And though

there was pain

in going this way,

all I remember

is the tenderness

of the gentle whisper

from my own heart

reminding always,

no matter what,

I’m still here.