It’s a little funny
the long journey
to nowhere really,
following the invisible path
into the heart
that ends up
right back here,
finding so much
and holding on
to nothing,
setting out
to gather,
to share —
knowing then to be
silent.
Whatever Appeared
I held
whatever appeared
without judgement,
without needing
a particular outcome.
And I found
I had reconnected
with the part
of me
that was most healed.
And all that
was most in need
of holding
dissolved each time
a little more
into a tender vulnerability
I would never regret
having found.
However Long It Took
I held
all.of the pieces
I couldn’t quite
fit together,
not knowing
what the outcome
would be —
silently vowing
to trade my shields,
to risk it all —
to face my own vulnerability
for the hope
of a subtle shifting
that would bring
all of me back
to the place
where I was
unbroken —
however long
it took.
As It Is
I hold
what is here
with love,
without needing
to sort
or heal.
I hold it
as it is,
allowing space
for the natural
transformation
into something else.
Within My Own Heart
Remind me how
to listen
to silence,
to be unafraid
to take in
more than I can
ever express —
to be willing
not to understand.
And when I feel I must
reflect some piece
of its wisdom,
point me back
to the silence
within my own heart.
Amen.
Into Nothing
I have held and honored —
set it all down —
watched as it faded back
into nothing.
I have waited
as the perfect pieces
reappeared.
And I have forgotten
and pushed —
tried to make
my own inner art
into something else —
more.
I have forgotten
the importance of the holding
and remembered
as, in my frustration,
it found its own way
and revealed itself to me
again.
Silent Spaces
On the journey
into my heart,
there were words
that couldn’t be written
or shared.
With each one
came a little more
letting go
and the understanding
that it was, in fact,
in the silent spaces,
held and known
in my own heart
alone,
that I found
the deepest connection,
meaning,
and desire to continue on.
I found comfort in knowing
that the words I did write
would always find
their way back
to the silent space
from which they emerged.
Where There Is Nothing
I honor the place
within
where there is
nothing
to sort
or heal —
where it’s enough
to be
as I am.
The Place of Few Words
This post is part of a collection of awakening stories put together by Barbara at Me My Magnificent Self
For a While
I found my way
to the natural calm
within.
And though I seemed
to lose this place
for a while,
I held
each whispered prayer,
each precious piece
of a heart
that once thought
it was broken.
And in that holding,
I always returned.
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