One

At a certain point

there were no preformed

words —

only the deepening

sense of surrender

to the unfolding

of life

without holding

back —

this flowing love

embracing

more of itself,

naturally —

until it wasn’t clear

exactly

where holding and

letting go

had become

one.

All of It

I gathered all

parts of me,

even those

most difficult

to hold.

And I held all

of me —

all of them.

It didn’t matter

how long it took

or that there was,

in fact,

no guarantee

that my holding

would make any

difference at all.

And I honored all

that had led me

to that point —

all of it —

because I had

made it to my

deepest heart.

And I set

it all

down.

Transformed

I honor each

heart that has

shown up

to find its own

true voice

at a time

when so much

is being

transformed.

I honor the sacred

journey each one

must travel

alone

in order

to come together

in a new way.

I honor those

who hold a space

for me

to sort through

all that is in need

of sorting.

I honor

this journey

in my own heart.

And I hold this space

for those

just beginning.

Amen

My Own True Voice

I began to listen

with my heart

to words

reflecting my own

inner knowing.

There was a calling forth

and allowing of

my own true voice

to flow out

though my own

unique experiences

and join

with others

in such a way

as to form

a symphony

of clear sound

and the accompanying

pauses.

I began to

see my own small part

and those around me

as connected

and important —

leading us safely

through all that was

unclear.

For an Instant

There was a kind

of strength

that came out

of my deepest pain

and mixed with the

tenderness

shattered pieces of

my own heart had

worked so hard

to push down —

because they sensed

the amount of truth

they would cry out

was too much

for any one piece

to hold —

but they were never

seperate, really.

This strength found

a way

to reach up

just once more

when it had been

pushed down

too many times

to count.

This strength stood

and looked

at all that was

painful and terrible —

straight in the face.

And it vowed

to feel its own part

in it.

It agreed to keep reaching

because it had felt

the reaching back

of a hand

holding that same fear

that shook

in its own —

if only for

an instant.