Remembrance

The Quiet Prayer

I chose to listen

to the quiet prayer

of my heart.

I learned to

feel into subtle

experiences and

knowings beyond thought

I searched for

peace and fell in

love with gentleness.

I allowed

my life to flow into

more gentleness —

for that was

what I had come

to do.

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From A Quiet Prayer, Softening, What's Right Here

Softening

There was a

softening

of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of

peace,

the very thing

my heart had

longed for

and called me to.

There was a more

natural connection

with all of life,

a gentle unfolding

of the quiet prayer

within my heart.

Silent pauses became

welcome parts

of the relaxation into

a gentler way

of being.

Continuing On

The Most Tender Place

I held on

to a tiny whisper

from my heart

and the smallest bit

of silent space.

I had tried

all other ways

and sensed the time

had come to risk

all that was left

and let go of my mind’s

idea of how

this thing should go.

Anyway, that tiny whisper

couldn’t be ignored

much longer.

The way

to a new place

was through

all I didn’t know —

the most tender place,

this place of

in-between.

Quieting

Only This Place

It was a delicate thing

to hold

all the pieces

of my own shattered

heart —

setting down everyting

I had gathered

again and again —

listening deeply

without knowing

exactly how –

pulling my very

sense of self

back —

waiting for words

to form

only from this place —

speaking only

to this place —

where there was

peace

and the courage

to continue on.