Unsorted

Where There Was Calm

Because I had tired

of the endless searching,

I dared to go

to the edge —

past the pieces

I had tried to fit

together and arrange,

beyond the chaos

on the surface

and below,

not giving up,

not waiting for

one more minute

or one more

reason to turn back —

determined to

find my way

to the very center

of my heart

in that very moment —

where there was calm.

Quieting

Underneath

And so I set off,

trying my best

to follow

the path of mind,

trying to fit

in a world

where every gap

seemed to be filled

with more distractions

from what I longed for

the most —

the forgotten magic,

the very thing

that made life

worth showing up for,

the spark —

the mystery of

who or what I really was,

the freedom to return

to a more natural me,

the one I had always been —

underneath.