It’s the stillness
I return to,
where thought arises
in the moment,
taking on
a deeper meaning,
beyond thinking —
where each part
flows into the next,
and I am whole.
Tag: healing
Out of This Place
There were the most
tender moments
of deep connection.
And there were moments
that were painful
beyond description.
Somehow, I found,
it all returned
to tenderness.
And so I continued
to show up
and participate in life
because I had experienced
the endless struggle
in the search
and the relief in finding
just one word
shared out of this place
that could bridge the gap
in my own heart.
The Quieting
The quieting
continued to deepen.
Outer and inner experiences
were no longer seen
as obstacles,
but as life simply
showing up
as I had witnessed
my own self
showing up
to meet life.
And in this quieting,
there was often
sadness —
as again and again,
I offered up
my whole self
to something other than
what my mind imagined
life to be.
But there was always
great peace.
As a Prayer
Let us be
brave enough
to continue to follow
the path of our hearts,
the whisper of hope —
that mysterious pull
to search and explore
and feel the story
beneath the surface —
no longer out of the need
to be fixed
or to fix,
but because we have
felt that longing
in our chests
and dared
to set it down —
to feel the emptiness
in our hands,
if only for a moment.
Help us to trust
in our own ability
to hold this life
a little more gently —
to be willing
to continue on
in each moment —
as a prayer.
Amen
Free
One day
I looked inside,
expecting to see
the desperate searching,
the longing to fit,
the crying out
and pushing down –
the one who struggled
to piece it all together.
But on this day,
I found none of it.
I realized I had it
backwards before.
All of these pieces
weren’t really meant
to fit neatly together
at all.
They were meant
to be free.
No Words Needed
Thank you
for this quiet prayer
that frees my attention
to focus again
on this experience
in front of me
and to follow
where it leads.
May it always return
to the quiet space
in my heart —
where all experience
is honored —
where there is
always just enough
understanding and insight —
where no words
are needed
but flow
out sweetly anyway.
Amen
As a Prayer
For the times
when we feel
unable to hold
all of the pieces
of our hearts alone,
remind us of the purity
of a love forgotten
and longed for —
the love that holds
and breathes
life into all things
as a prayer
and trusts us
to hold these
precious pieces
of itself.
Amen
No Words
There were no words
to express
the purity of love found
uopn surrendering
each carefully gathered
piece of my own heart.
And so without a word
and nothing left
to hold,
I held the space left
in their place
as quiet prayers.
Gently
Because I had grown tired
of all the trying
so hard
to find my way
back to my own heart,
I found peace
in the simplicity
of the surrender
and natural movement
that happened
in reconnecting with
and being
the quiet prayer
that had guided me
ever so gently
back to itself.
As a Quiet Prayer
I found a little magic
in the way I began
to honor
and allow feelings
to pass through me,
no longer meeting them
as the tightly
held together sense
of self
with a neatly
packaged story
as before,
but as the one
who was free
to explore and meet life
as it appeared
in each moment —
as a quiet prayer.
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