I found both loneliness
and freedom
in the many small choices
not to mold the words
that flowed from my heart
into any particular
form or practice.
And so they remained
as they were written,
as my own heart —
untamed and free.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found both loneliness
and freedom
in the many small choices
not to mold the words
that flowed from my heart
into any particular
form or practice.
And so they remained
as they were written,
as my own heart —
untamed and free.
I had held
few things as pure
as the gentle whispers
of my own untamed heart.
And so I let go
a little more completely —
letting go
of all I had held
so deeply
for so long —
letting go
of each precious piece
so that it might remain
as it was already —
free.