The Quiet Prayer

I chose to listen

to the quiet prayer

of my heart.

I learned to

feel into subtle

experiences and

knowings beyond thought

I searched for

peace and fell in

love with gentleness.

I allowed

my life to flow into

more gentleness —

for that was

what I had come

to do.

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Remembrance

There was

a settling back in

to what had been

carefully​ hidden.

The longing

to be some place

other than

that moment

was transformed into

a delicate embrace

and remembrance

of my own true

essence.

There was a knowing

that shifting

would continue

and that it would

have to come

out of this

space.

Being Healer

Being healer

meant reaching in

for that last bit

of courage

to reach out

just one more time.

It meant taking

the pieces of

my heart

to safe places

and remembering how

to hold them.

It meant using

my flexibility

to continue on

as I was guided

to new places.

It meant using

my ability

to listen

a little more deeply

and to finally

understand that

the place I had

searched so hard

to find

was the sacred space

within my own

heart.

Out of Nothingness

After a while,

it was most natural

to be the space

beyond words,

that strangely familiar place

where thought formed

out of nothingness

as quiet prayers

once known only

as far-away whispers

triggering some long-forgotten

memory of a time

when I was not

separate from the space

within my heart.

Remembrance

Perhaps the most

beautiful part

of transformation

is knowing

the place of

in-between —

that first intimate,

still moment

of remembrance

that these are

tender times —

right here,

when no thought

of some distant goal

appears sweeter

and all past memories

take on the taste

of that one moment

of purity

forever.

All That Is Left

When we have searched,

gathered and dropped

every word

we had thought

to carry back,

when all that

is left

upon our return

is the silence

in our hearts

because we have

both given up

and found our Love,

I will gather

the words again

for you.

Remembering

No longer bound

by outdated ideas

of how life should be,

I began to show up

in a gentler way —

seeing above

my own limited view —

slipping out

of projections

and old patterns —

making the best

of the pieces

I had to work with

in each moment —

remembering

the sacredness of life

and finding respite

in the middle of

the most chaotic of times.