Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I let go of the ideas I had
about what this outer life
should look like.
And I focused
a little more
on the treasures
I would have missed
if life had flowed
a different way.
And the little parts
of me
that once tried to fit
somewhere else
couldn’t help but turn back
and surrender a little more.
I vowed to keep
my focus within
because I had held it
for too long
to turn back.
I let go
of trying so hard
to sort all of the pieces
of my heart
and vowed to be
the me that was okay
without a doubt,
no matter what
appeared to be
on the surface.
I am the endless prayer
carefully tucked away
and never lost,
a whisper of truth
not quite heard —
the silence
of experience felt
when there are no more words
to remember.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I continued on,
no longer needing
to fill the emptiness
or sort all of the pieces,
trusting completely
in the unsorted heart
and in the mystery
that had carried me
safely back
to my own silent prayers.
In the stillness,
I find connection
with the love
that is here,
that is me,
allowing this love
to flow out
into the world.
I am healer
of my own heart.
And I am love.
I found I could,
in any moment,
reset to the quiet
within.
And all of the pieces
of my heart began
to trust and return
to the natural flow
of love remembered.
I held on
to the whispers
from my heart
and to the parts
of me
that had struggled
and searched so long
for a gentler way.
And though the time came
when I could have let go,
I held them
a little closer,
a little lighter —
in honor of the journey.
At a certain point,
it seemed most fitting
to move in the direction
of emptiness.
And so I settled in
to the silence
within
and a gentler way
of being.
Sometimes I hold
just to see
what is here,
beneath the surface —
where it is safe now
to disappear.
I vowed to hold
all that appeared
for as long as it took,
to keep my focus
on what was
most real and true.
And ever so softly,
letting go
of unneeded pieces,
holding on
to the subtle messages
only my heart understood,
I crossed over
to the place
where quiet whispers
carried me —
where words couldn’t go.
Laurie's Notes 