Healing became
less of something
to figure out
after a while.
It began to feel
more like a sacred
journey
as I began to place
my focus
more and more
in my heart.
Instead of trying
so hard to create,
I began to notice
the natural way
I was pulled to
notice life
around me
and inside.
I found myself
holding and letting go
of all that crossed
my path —
as the two became one
delicate movement.
Quiet prayers
were whispered
and symptoms disappeared.
But by that time,
it didn’t really
matter so much
exactly what happened
on the surface
because there was
something tender
in meeting life
exactly as it was.