From There

Life, with all its challenges

and miracles, had a way of leading

my heart back to the quiet space within

and the setting down of all of the tangled up,

unresolved thoughts —

the difficult step of tossing everything else

up to God.

Time and time again I found myself

in a place of too much

the only clear option being

to return again humbly

to my deepest heart

and begin again from there.

In This Place

And so every experience,

no matter how painful or beautiful,

eventually led back to my heart.

It didn’t matter how long

I put off the inevitable prayer

of surrender.

Every single time I found my way

to that quiet prayer

and the immediate respite in

the instant recentering.

It didn’t matter that much of life

remained messy and parts

of the unfolding story would

most likely bring with them

a tenderness almost too raw to bear.

All of it eventually ended up

in this place.

Hope for the Best

I learned to focus

and remain centered within

my heart.

I found respite in the sacredness

when the world around me seemed

unreachable,

and I couldn’t seem

to bridge the gap between my inner

experience and the outer chaos.

The harder I tried,

the bigger it became.

I remembered back to times before

when the only solution I could see

was to let go of my heart

in order to survive and somehow

manage to fit in.

But this time I had traveled too far

and learned too much.

And so the only thing to do,

having reached the end of the path,

was to stand still right there in my heart,

in the middle of the chaos,

and hope for the best.

A Little Magic

I found a little magic

in the reclaimed ability to transform

all that was painful

into something tender.

It was each momentary remembrance

of the first time

I dared to turn down the noise

around me and inside

that carried me gently back

to my heart again

and again.

It was the courage to stand

in the quiet space within

just a little longer,

allowing all that was unsorted

and unhealed

to be held without condition

just a little more deeply

that attuned me

to the continuous quiet prayer

in my heart

and reconnected me

to my soul.

A Sacred Journey

After a little while,

I caught on that this

human experience was in fact

a sacred journey.

And so I began to take notes —

connecting the person

to a more expanded,

formless self —

comforting and guiding —

lighting my path

as it unfolded —

navigating through contrast —

following what felt most true —

listening and feeling my way

into my deepest heart.