I found there was
calm
in the middle of chaos —
sinking down in
and through
to the place called
state of prayer ––
holding on
to the space within,
honoring whatever appeared —
letting go
of everything else.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found there was
calm
in the middle of chaos —
sinking down in
and through
to the place called
state of prayer ––
holding on
to the space within,
honoring whatever appeared —
letting go
of everything else.
May we find courage
to follow
the quiet whisper
of love
to our true selves,
no longer pushing it aside
in order to be
what we think
the world needs
us to be —
for the world needs us
to be
what we are —
even if it has forgotten.
Amen
Sometimes the story
on the surface
was too much.
And so I found
I could toss it up
and trust the pieces
to come back down
a little more gently.
And I was thankful
for the quiet
wordless messages
from my heart
that took its place.
I didn’t wish them
to be less subtle anymore
because I knew they came
from that pure place
where nothing is too much.
For a while
I searched for healing
outside of me.
There were those
who showed up to walk
with me for brief time.
There were those
who turned away.
All were helpful pointers.
But it was when I became
willing to turn around
and stand firmly
in the quiet place within,
to go straight to the core,
the place we long for
and fear,
that just the right ones
showed up
at just the right time
to walk me through
the door
of my own heart.
And I was thankful
for this
and for each one before
and after
who was brave enough
to take this sacred journey
and meet me in this place
where we are one.
And when there is
much noise
and movement,
I assure you
I’m still here
in the silence.
Look a little closer,
into and through
your own heart.
I’m still here.
It may not look,
at times,
like much is happening
at all.
But I am still here,
listening
to silence,
holding this nothing
you can’t see
until it transforms
into something beautiful.
I spent a long time
searching for comfort
or relief
or acceptance
or understanding
or something else
outside of me.
I wasn’t sure really
what I was searching for.
But it wasn’t that.
It was simpler
than that.
It was more beautiful
than that.
I let go
of the search
for understanding
and relief outside
of me.
I began to reconnect
with my own heart
and with my experiences
in the world
in a gentler way.
And to my surprise,
this gentler way
was so beautiful
that just one whisper
from this space
was enough
to drop all that was
untrue and unneeded
forever.
The deepest kind
of healing,
I found,
didn’t come out of
neatly wrapped packages,
but from the persistent search
and willingness to sink
right down into
what appeared on the surface —
to see through it,
honoring without needing
to analyze or fix —
to become quiet
in my heart
so that the pure love
and clarity
I found there
naturally became
the starting point
in all instances.
I found it was
possible to walk through
whatever appeared
on the surface of life.
I found comfort
in my ability
to hold and honor
my own experience,
meeting the outer world
with renewed compassion —
trusting
it was safe
to remain connected
with the natural
stillness within
when the contrast
seemed most vast.