And so life continued
to unfold
as it had been.
And having let go
of the need to understand
or express
in that moment,
I held
each whispered prayer
as it appeared.
And I became
the wholeness
that had carried me
safely back
to the place of no words.
Tag: Meditation
My Deepest Comfort
I found
my deepest healing
in meeting all that appeared
as it was —
choosing in each moment
to surrender to
and gently support
the natural unfolding
of life.
And I found
my deepest comfort
in noticing
the slightest shifting
in silence.
Either Way
I found my words
always led me back
to emptiness.
And though each time
I dreamed
of what it would be like
to follow a different path,
I knew
by the purity of Love
and the combination
of delight and relief
quieting my soul
that this must be
where I would have
ended up
either way.
As It Is
I hold
what is here
as it is
in my heart
as it is
in us all —
as it is.
Amen.
As It Is
I hold
what is here
with love,
without needing
to sort
or heal.
I hold it
as it is,
allowing space
for the natural
transformation
into something else.
Silent Spaces
On the journey
into my heart,
there were words
that couldn’t be written
or shared.
With each one
came a little more
letting go
and the understanding
that it was, in fact,
in the silent spaces,
held and known
in my own heart
alone,
that I found
the deepest connection,
meaning,
and desire to continue on.
I found comfort in knowing
that the words I did write
would always find
their way back
to the silent space
from which they emerged.
For a While
I found my way
to the natural calm
within.
And though I seemed
to lose this place
for a while,
I held
each whispered prayer,
each precious piece
of a heart
that once thought
it was broken.
And in that holding,
I always returned.
A Little More Completely
I began to listen
a little more deeply
to silence,
to let go
of cluttered thoughts
a little more completely —
to turn around
and settle down
into the quiet space
within.
The Place of No Words
There was a longing
to be seen
and the need to disappear —
a wish to be
someone else
in some other place.
And there was,
just below the surface,
a quiet prayer
that always led
straight to my deepest heart
and safely back
to the place of no words.
Already Written
I return
to this place,
unafraid to stand now
in the silence —
to wait for words,
not to explain or create,
but to pour out
all that is
already written
on our hearts.
— Laurie, Heart Space
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