Waiting for Words

The Natural Flow

With a little persistence,

I remembered

who I really am.

I found a natural way

to be in my mind,

in my heart

and in the world.

It became the most beautiful

movement

of holding and honoring

and letting go —

sometimes holding

a little tighter

or a little longer —

sometimes clinging

for a moment

to the edge!

But I always returned

to the natural flow

of love.

Waiting for Words

The Choice

One day I decided

that I would accept this world

with all of its pain

and struggles

as I had accepted

my own shattered heart.

I would dare to stand

in the middle of all of it —

to see the beauty

underneath —

to remember

the purity of love

and the power

in its embrace.

Waiting for Words

The Moment of Decision

And so there came

the moment of decision —

the choice

to keep going

with the struggle

or to turn around

and go back,

not back to the past,

but a different option —

the choice to go

a little further —

past the shame

and years of trauma —

past the struggles

to analyze and change —

past all of the noise in my head

and in the world —

back a little further,

a little deeper

to my heart.

Waiting for Words

A little More Me

And so I found

I could listen

a little more deeply

to my heart

and to this world.

I found I could step

a little outside

of what I believed

myself to be —

to get a little wider view —

to see a little bit of humor

in the whole thing —

to hear my own inner voice —

to really hear another —

to see

that I am not so separate —

to return

with a little more hope

and a little more me.

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