There were times
when the most loving
thing I could do
for myself
and others around me
was to hold
the space within
my heart —
acting only out of
this space —
trusting that
this love
would be
enough.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
There were times
when the most loving
thing I could do
for myself
and others around me
was to hold
the space within
my heart —
acting only out of
this space —
trusting that
this love
would be
enough.
I learned to
listen to
and follow
what resonated with
my own inner
healer.
I was led to
treasures and clues
that my heart
understood.
I learned to gently
hold a space
for this natural
unfolding in myself
and others
and to trust each of
our higher selves
to arrange the pieces.
There was relief
in not needing
to fit
all of the pieces
of my heart
together
all at once.
I found comfort
in allowing life
to unfold
from within
and freedom
in experiencing myself
and others
in this natural state
of peace.
I learned to create
from the inside.
The need to have
questions answered
at once,
a perfect outer
reflection,
and other people’s
understanding
or approval
began to fall
away —
making way for
a deepening peace
to be reflected
outward
from my heart.
There was
comfort in knowing
I was deeply connected
with my heart.
Things that once
caused me to
feel lost
now reinforced
the feeling of
inner connectedness.
Life around me
began to reflect
a deeper kind
of peace.
But it was
the feeling of being
forever connected
within
that gently carried me
as I continued on.
After a while,
I found I could
reach a little past
the surface
of what appeared.
I found I could
connect with
a peace independent
of outer
reflections.
I found my deepest
healing in the space
rediscovered,
a little more in each
moment —
within my heart.
There came a time
when I refused
to give up
the bigger goal.
I vowed to
surrender every last
part of me
in every single
moment
for no other reason
than to experience
my own true
essence.
There was
a different kind
of rhythm
that came out of
an expanded sense
of self.
Activities most aligned
with peace flowed
easily.
Letting go
of added busyness
and thought
happened most
naturally.
Moments of deep
peace always came
with a surrender —
a prayer of
admittance
that there was
really no acceptable
way of proceeding
alone,
as a separate part.
The peace was in
seeing a little more
clearly
from an expanded
sense of self.
It became clear
that everything most
sacred
had come out of
a quiet prayer.
I knew,
without doubt,
that every single
real treasure
in my life had
come out of
an ever deepening
inner surrender —
a sinking down
and trusting in
my own true essence
a little more
completely.