Within the Unfolding

Life happened

within its own

unfolding.

It happened

within the search

for wholeness,

in the endless reaching

outward,

and in the

surrender to

the delicate balance

of meeting my own

whole Self in each

moment and holding

the pure love

of the sacred space

into which it

always returned.

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Softening

There was a

softening

of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of

peace,

the very thing

my heart had

longed for

and called me to.

There was a more

natural connection

with all of life,

a gentle unfolding

of the quiet prayer

within my heart.

Silent pauses became

welcome parts

of the relaxation into

a gentler way

of being.

With Love

I hold

what is here

with love —

the natural unfolding,

this clear space,

the reverence —

all of this,

including all that is

painful and confusing.

Even as I feel

the shifting ground

beneath me,

I accept and love

all of it

as it is —

right here.

I know these arms

have held

the indescribable pain

of separateness,

reaching inward

and through —

daring to hold

ALL of the pieces

of their own

shattered heart

even before it was

clear they were

not broken —

because somewhere,

underneath the confusion,

a quiet prayer was

whispered.

A New Path

I found

it was possible

to turn in the direction

of natural unity

and abilities

in a world that had

put just about

everything

above the sacredness

of its own soul

and body.

I found it was possible

to look

at where I stood

and choose

to take a different path —

to not get lost

in the grieving of

what could have been

or settle for

bad copies

of what was still

pure —

to remember

what had been kept

hidden and safe

within

my own heart

and to use the skills

I had learned

to find

or create

a new path.