I searched

and gathered

and carried

and tried

and learned

many things

in hope

of finding

and sharing

something that would

make some kind of


or bring some kind

of relief.

And I found the deepest

kind of healing came

in setting it all down —

daring to show up


Nothing Left

Without a solid sense

of a fragmented self

once held in place

by overthinking

and figuring out,

the pull was to seek out

quiet space

in which to transform

experience back into

prayer —

deeply honoring

all that was left

unresolved on the surface —

gently pointing

back to the space

within my heart

because there was

nothing left

to block the way.

Out of Nothingness

After a while,

it was most natural

to be the space

beyond words,

that strangely familiar place

where thought formed

out of nothingness

as quiet prayers

once known only

as far-away whispers

triggering some long-forgotten

memory of a time

when I was not

separate from the space

within my heart.