This post is part of a collection of awakening stories put together by Barbara at Me My Magnificent Self
Category: Reflections
For a While
I found my way
to the natural calm
within.
And though I seemed
to lose this place
for a while,
I held
each whispered prayer,
each precious piece
of a heart
that once thought
it was broken.
And in that holding,
I always returned.
To Know True Healing
Love didn’t come
out of understanding
or seeking,
It came
out of my own willingness
to know true healing,
to honor all that appeared
in my deepest heart
and in the world.
I found it
in the turning around,
in meeting its unfolding
in each moment.
The Place of No Words
There was a longing
to be seen
and the need to disappear —
a wish to be
someone else
in some other place.
And there was,
just below the surface,
a quiet prayer
that always led
straight to my deepest heart
and safely back
to the place of no words.
Never Again
The decision was made
to cling —
not to any outside thing,
but to the space within.
And there was a shaking
I remembered well,
the point of choice —
to focus on the surface
or sink down a little more
and endure,
to hold my ground —
to never again lose
connection with my heart.
All That Surrounds
I wondered what
I could possibly be
if I wasn’t all that appeared
on the surface.
And then it occurred to me
that I would be
all that surrounds —
all that is most pure.
I would be
the gentle embrace
of love.
And I would be
free.
The Words I Couldn’t Write
And so I set off
on the sacred journey
to the heart —
determined to return
with some kind of map.
But I soon laughed
at the thought
as I gathered and tossed
each crumpled attempt.
So funny,
what a joke —
that the somewhere
I had tried
to lead us to
was right there
in the surrender
of the words
I couldn’t write.
Only Love
I found I had
just enough courage
to turn down
the noise,
to reconnect with my own
true voice —
to follow the notes
written on my heart
all the way,
as far as I could reach
until there were
no more words —
only love.
Surrender to Silence
I found life is rarely
how it seems
on the surface.
And so I learned
to listen
with my heart,
to paint with words —
to surrender
to silence
as each attempt faded
so sweetly back
into nothing.
Gently Transformed
One day I found
I had become
the me who once seemed
so far away,
the me who comforted
and gently transformed
whatever appeared,
the me who dared
to stand still
and honor
all the pieces
of a heart
that thought it was
broken.
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