Remind us
of the sacredness
of the return to
the heart.
May we know
the joy found
in showing up
with reverence
for the quiet prayer
leading each of us.
Amen
Tag: Meditation
Quietly, Silently
Let this life move
in its most natural way —
quietly, silently
honoring and listening
a little more deeply,
living from beneath
the surface —
deeply rooted
in its own
pure essence.
Amen
A Place of Honor
I hold this silent prayer
in my heart
in honor of
all that has been
unloved,
misinterpreted,
and judged.
I meet it this time
with a place of honor,
respect and
unconditional love
for self and other.
Amen
Beautiful Emptiness
With all of the pieces
gathered up,
after having glimpsed
the true peace
at the bottom of
the deep abyss below,
I let go
of everything
and jumped.
I stopped seeking,
stopped questioning,
stopped trying
to know the exact right
way to do it.
This time,
I trusted the pieces
to fall where they needed
to fall.
And I held on
to the beautiful
emptiness in the very center
of my heart instead.
Beautiful Discovery
For a time,
I seemed to lose
the sacred ground
of my deepest heart,
the place where
subtle knowing
is heard louder
than words.
What a beautiful discovery
to look back
and know
this place as me.
Divine Remembrance
When you reach
a quiet place
and there is sadness,
when the world seems
a little too intense again,
close your eyes
and remember
the softness of your soul.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Quiet Connection
There is a
quiet connection
in the stillness
of my heart —
a peace containing
all emotions
and yet only love.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Never Again
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.
Straight Through
And so my reaching led
into my deepest heart,
straight through
all that had seemed
too painful
or too far —
one tiny step
from the me
in search of something
to the me
that held it all.
The Great Mystery
And so this life
continued to unfold
as I settled in
to my deepest heart
without the desire
this time
for my questions
to be answered —
with a subtle knowing
I couldn’t quite name —
holding instead
and being held
by the great mystery itself.
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