Unsorted

As It Was

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.

Unsorted

Forgotten

As if by candlelight

and following

a whispered prayer,

I set out

to find my heart again.

Determined as I was

to mark the path,

I held that light

a little higher

somewhere along the way.

And in that instant,

it seemed it wasn’t

that we had strayed

so far,

but that we had forgotten

we could change

the lighting

of this place.

Quieting

Something Real

It happened subtly

at first.

Thoughts and ideas

and all those many

images and words

about how

we should be

and how

things had been

began to fade —

just enough

to let in

something unexpected —

an original thought,

a genuine expression,

a little breathing space —

a tender interaction

almost missed —

the serenity we felt

as we didn’t grasp.

Maybe it was us

who dared to

turn away

in search of

something real.

Unsorted

Nothing Left

Without a solid sense

of a fragmented self

once held in place

by overthinking

and figuring out,

the pull was to seek out

quiet space

in which to transform

experience back into

prayer —

deeply honoring

all that was left

unresolved on the surface —

gently pointing

back to the space

within my heart

because there was

nothing left

to block the way.