What Is Left

After all of the holding

and letting go,

more than I ever thought

possible,

what is left

is a silence,

a reverence —

a trace of lingering sadness,

a treasured tenderness

surrounded by the

purest love.

What’s Right Here

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Essence

The more I explored

being with myself

in a new way,

the more I

understood what it was

I was noticing.

It wasn’t the surface

details so much.

I had allowed those

to blur a bit.

It was my own

essence I began

to notice.

It didn’t have

words.

It was subtle

at first.

But I found I could

focus on what was

most healed

in me.

And somehow,

ever so gently,

outer experiences

began to meet

the essence

of my own deepest

heart.