Category: Waiting for Words

I began to trust

in the unfolding

of this life —

letting go of the need

to force

or try

to heal

or connect

or figure out.

And in each step

into this gentler way,

I found all I had tried

so hard

to reach for

and cling to

for so long.

For the times

when words can’t be found,

when we feel disconnected

and lost,

let us know

that at the core

we are

and have always been

only love.

I learned the value

of an open heart

through my own willingness

to walk straight through

whatever appeared —

to hold and release

all things,

to honor all emotions

and experiences —

to lead them always

safely

back into love.

I wondered

what it would be like

to walk my own path,

to trust beyond trust —

to sink deeper

into this life.

And though it meant

holding all I was taught

to push through,

I held.

And I walked.

There is a magical place

in-between healing

and wholeness

where there is space —

where subtle shifting occurs

and everything flows together

in the most natural way.

And so,

with each step,

I vowed

to continue on

in search of a gentler way.

I knew there was

no going back,

nor was there some

far away mark to reach.

It was, in fact,

just this.

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I have no words

for what has happened

to my heart.

There are no words

for the quiet kind

of joy —

having found just enough

courage,

just the right hands,

and the pure determination

to walk straight through

all that was illusion

into all that is true.

With each courageous step,

I found myself

a little lighter —

a little freer —

not free from pain,

but free of my own

struggling mind —

free to be

a little more

of what is most

purely me.

It happened slowly

at first

as each little part

of me

began to trust

to meet me

in this place

in-between

thoughts and words

and forms,

where it had seemed

a little scary.

Slowly and then

a little less slowly,

one by one —

I met them here

as they were,

as I am —

in this quiet place

within our deepest hearts.

And so I dared

to trust,

to take the leap

back to my purest Self.

And because there was

really nothing left

to do —

I simply held on

to each little piece

of me.

And I thought

as I was falling

that this must be

what it feels like

to be free.