A Gentler Path

Something Beautiful

The transition into tenderness

required delicate footing.

I learned to look a little

more deeply into my surroundings.

Nothing was at it seemed,

but that meant

something beautiful must be

hidden beneath what appeared.

I learned to look a little more deeply

into what was there,

intuitively drawn to remain

in each moment —

no matter what —

determined to find just one

small sign of beauty

when at first glance,

all was dark —

holding each faint whisper of hope —

becoming more determined with each step

to help it to grow.

Quieting

Without Words

I began to get

a sense of

what it meant

to be in the heart,

to notice the peace

I had longed for.

It was quieter

here.

And still I knew

to continue on.

After all,

there really was

no going back

and no clear destination —

only a mysterious

unfolding road

ahead of me

and the most beautiful

prayer I had ever heard —

without any words.

 

 

Reflections

A Gentler Way of Being

Because I had tired

of old ways

or because I sensed

the time had come

to forge

a different path,

I settled in

just below the surface —

daring to stand still

in chaos,

becoming willing

to listen with my heart —

letting go of the need

to be neatly sorted —

rediscovering the subtle,

natural beauty

in the return to

a gentler way of being.