Quiet Reflections and Prayers
There was a quality
of persistence
joined with self-restraint
needed to ride
subtle energies
that led to a deepening
inner peace.
Quiet prayers
and increasing desire
to know my own
soul voice
just a little more
intimately
carried me gently
as I continued on.
The more I explored
being with myself
in a new way,
the more I
understood what it was
I was noticing.
It wasn’t the surface
details so much.
I had allowed those
to blur a bit.
It was my own
essence I began
to notice.
It didn’t have
words.
It was subtle
at first.
But I found I could
focus on what was
most healed
in me.
And somehow,
ever so gently,
outer experiences
began to meet
the essence
of my own deepest
heart.
Thank you
for all things
reflecting the sweetness
of the connection
with my own deepest
heart.
Thank you also
for all things
along this path
that have challenged me,
adding to the
tenderness of the journey
and lighting
a fire of courage
to become a little more
free.
Thank you
for courage to set
these things
down.
Amen
I found that
what was most
important
was my willingness
to show up
to meet whatever
showed up
in each new
moment
with fresh eyes —
holding, honoring
and letting go.
I realized healing
could be
beautiful and
gentle —
a sacred journey.
With a little practice,
I found gentler ways
of allowing
myself to be guided
from my heart.
Things that had seemed
overwhelming before
became mysteries
to unravel.
I began to get
a feel for this
gentler way
as little by little,
a bit slower at first,
I began to
notice and act
on clear insights
that led me
to one needed piece
and the next.
I continued on —
feeling more deeply
beneath the surface
for the next
needed step —
reaching ahead
and behind —
holding, honoring,
and releasing
every experience
and daring
to be still —
to listen
and to act
out of the sacred space
within my deepest
heart.
After a while,
I found I could
reach a little past
the surface
of what appeared.
I found I could
connect with
a peace independent
of outer
reflections.
I found my deepest
healing in the space
rediscovered,
a little more in each
moment —
within my heart.
There came a time
when I refused
to give up
the bigger goal.
I vowed to
surrender every last
part of me
in every single
moment
for no other reason
than to experience
my own true
essence.
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.
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.
Laurie's Notes 