What a funny thing
to realize there was
really nothing
to piece together
or figure out
or search for
so deeply.
I only had to
to find courage
to stop all that trying.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
What a funny thing
to realize there was
really nothing
to piece together
or figure out
or search for
so deeply.
I only had to
to find courage
to stop all that trying.
When I reach the the edge
of the known,
when I can’t see
past the very next move,
I will stand still
in my heart.
And I will continue on —
for I have held
the most
precious treasures
where the purity
of love needed
to stand in that place
is enough.
When there are
no more words,
when it is enough
just to be a part
of a living mystery,
I will hold this
silent prayer
and listen
a little more deeply
with my heart.
Amen
For a while,
I followed the endless
promises of another
way out
of pain and longings —
only to be caught
in cycles
of up and down
and forward
and back.
And so I began
to follow the pieces
of me
that could lead
in a different way —
calming and evolving
with each small surrender
and bit of courage
to keep showing up
as healer
of my own heart.
Having experienced
the true beauty
of being part
of a living, breathing
aliveness
bigger than my own
personal,
often very difficult journey,
after having risked
everything to find it,
there was no pain
big enough
to overshadow its tenderness
and no desire
to go back.
I turned around,
remembering all who had
reached out a hand
when I thought
I was lost,
when I couldn’t hear
my own voice
or find my own
sacred ground.
And at last there were
no words,
no more questions —
no other choice
but to reach back.
I found a place of
stillness within —
reflected first
outside of me
in others who stood
in the center
of their own hearts.
I found great beauty
in the vulnerability
and strength
it took to stand
in that place,
to listen —
to show up
with a natural
compassion for self
and other
and the pure intent
to hold
what was there.
Because I had tired
of the endless searching,
I dared to go
to the edge —
past the pieces
I had tried to fit
together and arrange,
beyond the chaos
on the surface
and below,
not giving up,
not waiting for
one more minute
or one more
reason to turn back —
determined to
find my way
to the very center
of my heart
in that very moment —
where there was calm.
My Dear Inner Healer,
If I should ever forget
the sacredness
of this journey,
if I should ever
feel lost
or disconnected,
remind me to listen
with my heart.
Wrap me in
your arms
and hold me close
forever and ever
Amen
When there were
no words to match,
when the outer world
failed to reflect
what was most true,
I vowed to stand stilll,
to hold my ground —
to never again
let go
of the stillness
within my heart.