And so
I loved
and feared
the silence —
until there was
nothing else.
Tag: awakening
Forever
When we reach the place where there are no more words, I will sit with you. And I will wait. And I will hold a different kind of prayer, the one that comes from our deepest hearts — the one whispered to my own soul in my darkest hour. And I will become this silent prayer that listens and vows to hold this place in me and in you — forever. Amen.
As a Prayer
I stopped
needing to try
so hard
to be okay.
The need to
neatly sort
all of life
was replaced
by a peace
in holding
and letting go
of everything —
as a prayer.
This State of Prayer
I found
miracles happened
when I had entered
this state of prayer
so deeply
that I no longer
needed anything
at all
to shift
on the surface.
There were
no words
and a million
silent prayers
at once.
And I knew
without doubt
that all was well
no matter what.
Silent Prayers
I began to offer
my own hands —
to listen
and whisper
the silent prayers
of our inner heart
into the world
in hope
that we might
remember.
Being Healer
Being healer
meant reaching in
for that last bit
of courage
to reach out
just one more time.
It meant taking
the pieces of
my heart
to safe places
and remembering how
to hold them.
It meant using
my flexibility
to continue on
as I was guided
to new places.
It meant using
my ability
to listen
a little more deeply
and to finally
understand that
the place I had
searched so hard
to find
was the sacred space
within my own
heart.
Small Moments
Thank you
for small moments
of in-between —
for this is where
I can hear
my own
quiet voice.
Amen
At the Root
I began to let go
of old ideas
of how the story
should go —
showing up
more and more
in resonance
with my own heart,
no longer waiting
for outer reflections
to change —
looking instead
to the subtle,
lasting effects
of the elixir
found at the root
of my own deepest
pain.
From This Place
After a while,
the need to struggle
so hard to heal
or find relief
was quieted.
The stories continued
but without the power
to pull me
from my heart.
I became willing
to stand firm
in any storm —
remaining grounded
and humble
and empty
of anything that
could have ever
separated me
from this place.
All That Remained
Though there was
great shaking,
there came a greater
power —
rising from somewhere
deep inside.
After a while,
I turned around
and all that remained
was this.
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