Quiet Reflections and Prayers
It became increasingly helpful
to meet life
from a gentler place.
And so I held
my ground within
my heart —
remembering how
I had so delicately
held and let go
of all that crossed
my path
as I found my way
to this position —
letting go of all
I couldn’t sort out
all at once —
noticing as
pieces came together —
a little at a time —
naturally —
without my
over-thinking
and doing.
And with this same
natural motion,
I continued on.
I found there were
places along the
winding path
of my heart
that remained
unsorted.
It was these unresolved
pieces of my own story
that I came to honor
as doorways
into the mysterious —
the place where words
couldn’t go
and only the purest love
was felt
in their place.
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.
Laurie's Notes 