There was a
softening
of the story
on the surface,
a gentle resetting.
The default emotion
become one of
peace,
the very thing
my heart had
longed for
and called me to.
There was a more
natural connection
with all of life,
a gentle unfolding
of the quiet prayer
within my heart.
Silent pauses became
welcome parts
of the relaxation into
a gentler way
of being.
I learned to create
from the inside.
The need to have
questions answered
at once,
a perfect outer
reflection,
and other people’s
understanding
or approval
began to fall
away —
making way for
a deepening peace
to be reflected
outward
from my heart.
There was
comfort in knowing
I was deeply connected
with my heart.
Things that once
caused me to
feel lost
now reinforced
the feeling of
inner connectedness.
Life around me
began to reflect
a deeper kind
of peace.
But it was
the feeling of being
forever connected
within
that gently carried me
as I continued on.
After a while,
I found I could
reach a little past
the surface
of what appeared.
I found I could
connect with
a peace independent
of outer
reflections.
I found my deepest
healing in the space
rediscovered,
a little more in each
moment —
within my heart.
There was something
sacred
in having healed
to the core,
the memory of
the veering off
from the more widely
traveled path,
and the gentle way
it seemed
to circle back
to reach the most
tender treasures
surrendered
along the way.
From the outside,
the changes
seemed subtle
at first.
But from within,
it was clear
there was
something different
here —
a steady kind
of deepening,
a whisper of peace
where there had been
none,
a contentment
independent of
outer circumstances
and past struggles,
but always connected —
a life unfolding
sweetly
out of the quiet prayer
within my heart.
And there was nothing
subtle about that.
It was neccesary
to find
space for healing
in my own heart.
And so there was
a quieting,
a sinking down —
a leaping past
old triggers and
thoughts
for a moment
so that I could
turn around
and walk through
all that was in need
of healing
from a different direction —
out of silence.
