Reflections

After a While

Peace, I found,

wasn’t at the end

of a neatly sorted

journey,

but in each moment

I dared to look life

straight in the eye

and see through

what appeared on the surface.

After a while,

the tender beauty

in being able to hold

and let go of

whatever appeared

with grace and honor

and space

became the essence

of every experience.

Reflections

Reflected Somehow

Just beneath the surface

of what could

be seen,

I caught a glimpse

of a little magic.

And it wasn’t clear

at first

if what I saw

was there at all

or if it was

reflected somehow

from some magical,

lost place —

hidden somewhere

in me.

— Laurie,  Healer of My Own Heart