This quiet prayer
of my heart
guided me
ever so gently
into silent spaces —
past thought —
through and past
pain and tenderness —
always safely back
to right where I started —
each time
a little more sweetly.
Here
My heart’s song
was in the natural way
I finally vowed
to go to the core —
to drop everything
and explore
a natural moment
of stillness —
to listen deeply
to nature and art —
to accept only
what was right
in front of me —
without labels,
withought thoughts
of being fixed —
without a need
to understand,
heal or change
anything.
I began to listen
here.
Enough
When it really
came down to it,
much of what
I thought I needed
wasn’t it.
It was enough
to quiet my heart
and follow
the quiet,
wordless prayer
I found there.
And it was there —
even as a whisper —
even when I
couldn’t hear.
It was at the bottom
of what I thought
was a search
for something else.
One Quiet Prayer
I believe
healing can be
beautiful and gentle —
magical even.
Let us always
remember the power
of one quiet prayer.
Amen
Part of the Whole
The point
in taking this path,
if there was one,
wasn’t to get
to some
sorted out place,
but to see
that wherever I landed
within
this delicate process
of holding and letting go
was a beautiful part
of the whole.
Without a Thought
And so I held this space
in my heart
above all else.
I let go
and held and released
shattered pieces
of a me
I thought I was —
again and again
as they came
back down,
for a while —
until I knew
it was safe
to let go completely —
to be a lighter,
more subtle me
that could hold
and let go
of everything
without exception —
without a thought —
all at once.
What Is Here
I found
what’s right here
is more real
and more beautiful
than any idea
of some future
or past
perfect state.
Help us to hold
what is here.
Amen
Our Very Best
Help us to
have patience
with ourselves
and each other.
Help us to hold
what’s right here.
I know we’re
all doing
our very best.
Amen
Less of a Thing
Self became
less of a thing
to sort out
and fix
and more of
a fluid,
flexible way
of exploring
and being —
not so solid.
A Quieting
I gathered up
all of the pieces
I once thought
were broken.
And there was
a quieting,
a listening
silent prayer —
no more pushing,
or needing anything
to change.
It was enough
to know
we shared this space
in our hearts.
