Moments of deep
peace always came
with a surrender —
a prayer of
admittance
that there was
really no acceptable
way of proceeding
alone,
as a separate part.
The peace was in
seeing a little more
clearly
from an expanded
sense of self.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Moments of deep
peace always came
with a surrender —
a prayer of
admittance
that there was
really no acceptable
way of proceeding
alone,
as a separate part.
The peace was in
seeing a little more
clearly
from an expanded
sense of self.
Words began
to flow out
from within.
But it was
the surrender
in each moment
and connection
with my own
inner healer
that helped me
to become
the continuous
quiet prayer
I had heard
so clearly
in my heart.
It became clear
that everything most
sacred
had come out of
a quiet prayer.
I knew,
without doubt,
that every single
real treasure
in my life had
come out of
an ever deepening
inner surrender —
a sinking down
and trusting in
my own true essence
a little more
completely.
More and more
attention was placed
on the embrace
of love
that enveloped​
all of my
experiences.
It no longer
made sense
to continue focusing
anything less into
form.
Life continued
to unfold.
There were difficult
moments.
But they were
always held
and honored in
the purest
love.
It was seen
that all things
emerged from
and faded back into
that same
love.
I found
it was possible
to follow
a gentler path.
Old patterns
were seen clearly
and had lost
their hold.
The pull
was toward
the peace
I held in my
heart.
And I was grateful
for each tiny step
toward its unfolding.
I vowed to stand
within my heart
in all of my
experiences.
In that moment,
I learned
the value in
the willingness
to allow myself
to feel my true
essence
and to be led
gently from there.
Let our minds
be quieted,
just enough —
that we may hear
and follow
the quiet prayer
of our hearts.
Amen
There was
a settling back in
to what had been
carefully​ hidden.
The longing
to be some place
other than
that moment
was transformed into
a delicate embrace
and remembrance
of my own true
essence.
There was a knowing
that shifting
would continue
and that it would
have to come
out of this
space.
The contrast was
unbelievable
whenever I looked
back at the way
life had seemed
before.
It wasn’t so much
that the scenery had
changed.
But it had became
more tender.
I found I could
be in my heart
and in the world
at once.
And, in a way
I couldn’t quite
describe,
what had seemed
separate
began to take on
some of the qualities
of the space
within my heart.