At a certain point,
I looked back
and realized
it had been
a sacred journey
into my heart
all along.
It had seemed
painfully subtle
at times.
But it was always
sacred.
heart
In My Heart
Words began
to flow out
from within.
But it was
the surrender
in each moment
and connection
with my own
inner healer
that helped me
to become
the continuous
quiet prayer
I had heard
so clearly
in my heart.
Within My Heart
At a certain point,
turning back
wasn’t really an
option.
Continuing to
push and try
to force any pieces
to fit at all
began to look
a little silly.
And so I vowed
to allow
myself to blend
a little more
completely
with the quiet prayer
I held within
my heart.
The Path of the Heart
For the nurturers
of consciousness
and holders
of all things
sacred and
unseen,
I offer my quiet
prayer
and vow to continue
to honor
and follow
the sacred unfolding
of the path of
the heart.
Amen
For a Moment
There was a
tenderness
that came out of
having dared to
set down everything
I thought I knew,
for a moment —
so that I could
know my own deepest
heart.
Hidden Within
There was
a delicate tenderness
in the ability
and willingness
to look beyond
the surface of all
things —
to stand firmly
in my heart
in all instances —
to refuse to miss
treasures hidden
within —
to renew my vow
with each step —
to always find
the path of my
heart.
In the Direction of My Heart
It was the feeling
of being connected
with all of my own
fractured pieces
I had longed
to reclaim.
It was this longing
for this sacred
reconnection
I had sensed
returning
to all of my
experiences
that calmed me
whenever I reached
in the direction
of my own
heart.
