Self-love and compassion came,
not as neat little package,
but in my williness
and the willingness of another,
to stand right in the middle
of the messiness of life
and in the heart
together —
for just a moment.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Self-love and compassion came,
not as neat little package,
but in my williness
and the willingness of another,
to stand right in the middle
of the messiness of life
and in the heart
together —
for just a moment.
Because there was
no turning back,
I followed
each little piece
of my heart
just a little further
down —
all the way
as far as it would go —
until it dissolved
into me.
For the times
when there is no step
to be taken,
when all visible roads
lead further away
from my heart,
I will stand firmly.
And I will wait.
Out of silence,
we met ==
on the edge of timelessness.
For a moment,
I was not alone.
Then you faded back
into the silence.
And though my heart ached,
I found you again.
And we were one.
To my surprise,
the real magic of life
didn’t come
in neatly wrapped packages
or at the end a long path.
It came in the last bit
of courage to hold on
a little longer
and to take
just one more step —
not knowing where
it would lead.
It came in the quiet,
tender moments
I couldn’t have planned
and couldn’t imagine
having missed.
Just past my thoughts
of healing,
beyond the stories
on the surface
or perhaps in the middle —
a little deeper down
where pain merges
with tenderness,
I found the me
I once lost,
this me
underneath.
And so I stood still
in my heart,
surrounded by the many
thoughts I had gathered
and set free —
the quiet whispers
that had led me
ever so gently
back to this sacred space.
And I found my prayers
had always existed here —
without the words.
From a quiet prayer,
I set off
on the sacred journey
to the center of my
deepest heart,
turning away from
and letting go of memories
of paths not taken
and steps I couldn’t yet see
as they appeared
again and again
without fail —
always leading me
most directly —
back to my purest Self.
When there is nothing
more to say,
when all I can do
is let go
and listen
to the silence,
I will wait —
knowing that you will
meet me in this place —
beyond the words.
I settled in
to the silence
I had both longed for
and feared.
And though it felt
unfamiliar at first,
I couldn’t help
falling into the purity
of love
and natural rhythm
of life
I found there —
just beneath the surface.