Category: Waiting for Words

Whenever things feel to be

a little too much,

I remember

how I found I could

step back

and reset with my soul.

And so I listen

to whatever shows up

right in front of me —

as a prayer.

I hold what is here with love
as I am also held with this same love.
I am love.
I am healer.
I honor the sacred journey.

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From a quiet prayer, I have reached beyond.
I have embraced the future and the past in a single moment
and returned again to timelessness.

.

I found it isn’t the number of souls we touch —
but the depth.

I began to listen

a little more deeply,

letting go a little more

of the need

for an outer mirror —

not knowing

if my reflection

would ever be noticed at all —

realizing just how deeply

we are connected

in our hearts

already.

The real me

cannot be fixed

or boxed in

or held too tightly —

nor can it be contained

in rigid form.

I can only be

lightly embraced

and set free.

May we find the natural path to our hearts.

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For a while,

I tried to fill the silence

in my soul.

Now I hold it

as a precious friend.

And I pray I will never forget

the purity of this.

I found a place

in my heart

where I could feel

the purest love.

And I held everything

exactly as it was —

until the most natural thing to do

was to let go.