I began to have
a different relationship
with my experiences.
They had become
precious pieces
within a deeper flow,
a way to listen
to life
that led most gently
back to the silent
reverence
within my own
untamed heart.
Tag: awakening
Softened
In this
softened light
and standing firmly
in my heart,
I thought
just maybe being brave
meant stepping back
to peek behind
what seemed to be
so shattered.
Perhaps
we weren’t as broken,
good or bad
or disconnected
as our minds
had made us out
to be.
Forgotten
As if by candlelight
and following
a whispered prayer,
I set out
to find my heart again.
Determined as I was
to mark the path,
I held that light
a little higher
somewhere along the way.
And in that instant,
it seemed it wasn’t
that we had strayed
so far,
but that we had forgotten
we could change
the lighting
of this place.
Courage to Wait
Because I dared
to stop
to hear
the faintest
whisper
of a prayer,
I sensed
the time had come
to take the bravest
move of all —
to see that,
in the end,
winning and being right
was exchanged
for words
from a higher place
and the courage
to wait for them
to form.
Something Real
It happened subtly
at first.
Thoughts and ideas
and all those many
images and words
about how
we should be
and how
things had been
began to fade —
just enough
to let in
something unexpected —
an original thought,
a genuine expression,
a little breathing space —
a tender interaction
almost missed —
the serenity we felt
as we didn’t grasp.
Maybe it was us
who dared to
turn away
in search of
something real.
Naturally
I honor
each heart
that has dared
to search
for its own
true voice.
May we be
a little more
of who we are —
naturally.
Amen
What Else?
I honor each part
of me
and of you
that dared
to find the way
back to our hearts.
Having been led
by a whisper
of a love
from which we felt
disconnected,
we began
and we continued on.
We spoke gently because
the delicate nature
of healing hearts
was sensed.
We found strength
in the authentic
connection
with each other
and in our ability
to trust
in our highest calling
and deepest truth
when there was
no guarantee of
how this life
would unfold.
We were healers.
What else could
we do?
Only This Place
It was a delicate thing
to hold
all the pieces
of my own shattered
heart —
setting down everyting
I had gathered
again and again —
listening deeply
without knowing
exactly how –
pulling my very
sense of self
back —
waiting for words
to form
only from this place —
speaking only
to this place —
where there was
peace
and the courage
to continue on.
When There Was Nothing
As I looked back
on the long journey,
the thought came
that if I had to choose
a place to start again,
I would choose
emptiness.
I would go back
to the first time
I was moved
to trust
my own heart —
when there was nothing
left to try
except to drop everything
and find out
what was left.
I would start again
from there.
From This Place
I began to listen
to the world around me
and to my own heart,
simultaneously.
And though the words
seemed slow
to describe this
natural process,
I found myself
trusting in its power
and moving
a little more gracefully
from this place.
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