Here, in the stillness —
there is calm
and comfort in knowing
that hidden within
whatever appears
is something
just a little more
magical
than it seems.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Tag: Calm
Deeply Felt
I found
words shared
with pure intent
could travel
deep down
into parts of us
in great need
of comfort.
I found just a few,
deeply felt,
could calm the places
where nothing else could
reach.
One Silent Prayer
It became clear
that all that had
gone before
had prepared me
perfectly for each
unfolding moment
as I continued on
a little more naturally —
holding, letting go —
listening
as thought
became one continuous,
ever-deepening silent
prayer.
Nothing
There was nothing
to compare
with the natural calm
I found
in choosing to let go
of ideas of how
exactly to do it —
vowing to become
healer of my own heart —
whatever that meant
and however long
it took —
grateful to be
in that one
honest,
continuous prayer.
More Tender Than That
I kept searching
until I found
something that could
stop me
in my tracks.
I had let go
of many things.
I had tried so hard
for so long
to sort out
thoughts and all those
wounded places.
I had struggled
and given up.
I had been turned away
and breathed back.
But in that moment,
it was really much
simpler and
more tender
than that.
I found I was
the quiet prayer
in all of it.
Shine
Let the love
that is
who we are
at our deepest core
shine a little brighter.
Let there be
a beautiful space
in our hearts.
Let there be
peace.
Amen
From This Place
Having been led
by this quiet prayer,
there was an even
deeper quieting
as I began to see
more clearly
from this place.
The change was so
beautiful and subtle
as everything that no longer
resonated
simply dissolved
into quiet awe —
a million words and none —
all at once.
Where There Was Calm
This listening prayer
began to feel
less like doing
and more like
falling —
a trading in
of tightly held ideas
of what this life
should be —
an ever so slight
clinging
to only the empty
space in my heart
where there was
calm.
Unsorted
I became willing
to let the surface be
a little bit
unsorted —
holding my ground
and keeping my focus
within the natural calm
of my heart —
holding steady
as a little more
of me
began to reflect
this place.
All That Was Left
Because I had felt
the subtle shifting
at the bottom
of my heart
and noticed
its reflection
outside of me,
I continued on —
keeping my focus
in my heart —
whispering,
feeling,
and being
that same quiet prayer
I had followed
so long ago —
when it was
all that was left.
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