And so I followed
the words —
each time a little further
back into the silence
I had come to love.
I had acquired the taste
for the gentle transformation
into the subtle knowing,
the quiet prayer
I once tried
to understand
and grasp.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
And so I followed
the words —
each time a little further
back into the silence
I had come to love.
I had acquired the taste
for the gentle transformation
into the subtle knowing,
the quiet prayer
I once tried
to understand
and grasp.
I began to notice
a natural softening
in myself and others
as I aligned to my own
true essence —
a subtle shifting
that bypassed
the need to sort out
every personal flaw
and pattern.
There was a sense
of relief
after having struggled
and identified ourselves
with the parts
that were evolving —
an embracing —
a relaxing into
our own inherent wholeness.
I found peace
in the letting go
of the need
to hold each detail
of my own life
so tightly.
Somehow,
because all attempts
at solving the puzzle
of my own struggles
in the usual ways
completely failed,
I was left
holding the remnants
of a deeper story.
This was the story
I wanted to share
because it belonged
to a deeper me.
From within
this state of prayer,
I found my focus
softened —
as the details blurred
a little on the surface
of outer stories
and inner narrations.
Clarity, I found,
not in these things —
but a little deeper down.
Thank you
for each part played
in this great mystery
of life —
for there are
surely no small parts here.
Thank you
for each act of love —
each burden carried,
held with honor
and transformed.
Thank you
for each moment
of true connection
kept sacred —
those who dare
to hold something pure
within,
sharing only the beauty
of its reflection.
Thank you for each
courageous step
into the heart.
Amen
There was a holding
and letting go motion
that happened
out of the need
for the purest kind
of love,
the kind that could honor
without understanding
and heal
without fixing —
seeing through
and even loving
all the murky places
where human minds
get stuck —
somehow leaping over
or sinking down past —
taking the slightest step
back into itself —
whatever was required.
After a while,
quite quickly, in fact,
it didn’t matter
so much
if anything shifted
at all.
The beauty
in finding and staying
and being
this very stillness
within my deepest heart
and in every moment,
was enough.
Everything else was
a lovely bonus,
an affirmation of
this pure space within.
And so I vow
to live
in a new way,
fully present and grounded,
unafraid to be right here
among all that is
messy and unclear
and uncomfortable,
in surrender
to all that is most healed
in me,
holding space for more healing
and sacred hope
for the transformation
of all that seems unhealable
and unsolvable,
in reverence
of my own experience
and yours.
— from earlier notes
And so I began
to show up
in a new way,
with only a quiet prayer
in my heart
and a mind free
of clutter,
not because it had been
neatly sorted out —
but because it hadn’t.