From A Quiet Prayer

A State of Prayer

And so I entered

a state of prayer —

each time a little

more fully

as life continued,

as I continued on

within its mysterious dance —

as thoughts

and feelings appeared

as movements in some

forgotten symphony —

arranging themselves

and landing again

in the most

beautiful silence

that no one movement

could express.

Prayers

Each Quiet Prayer

Thank you for each heart

that has answered

the call of Love,

showing up in a world

of great suffering

and great beauty,

being exposed

to all if it —

often intensely.

Thank you for each

quiet prayer

from each human soul

holding a sacred space

because the choice

was made

to look inside

or to reach out

for answers,

to do what was required —

to make this

sacred journey into the heart.

Thank you

for being here.

Amen

Prayers

A New Draft

For the times

when there is

much emotion,

when challenges

have piled up

and the surface reflection

shows only separateness,

when we don’t know

where to start

to put the pieces together,

when we can’t see

the whole story,

may we find comfort,

knowing we are creating

a new draft,

participating a little

more fully —

letting go a little more

of needing it to go

a certain way —

writing this time

with our hearts.

Amen

Quieting

Straight Through

Life continued to unfold

with all of its challenges

and pain

and beauty.

Questions like

Who am I

and the unshakeable

determination to keep

showing up

became more important

than any one insight

or set of

explanations —

pulling me each time

back a little more

into Self —

not deeper down

into thought,

but straight through

all if it

to its core —

where I sensed intuitively

and found great relief

in knowing

this as my center.

Reflections

Only This

There was a backing up,

a turning around

of some part of me

that once tried to

shape the world

to match what I thought

I wanted

out of the hope

of a me that had

forgotten who I am.

It was in this

turning around

and stepping back

a little more

and a little more

that I could see

ever more clearly —

until there was

a delicate holding

and letting go

of all it,

without condition —

and my deepest,

highest wishes

depended only on this.

Reflections

A Gentler Way

The time came

to find a gentler way,

to turn back

from the path of mind —

retracing my steps

just a little.

At first it felt

a bit lonely,

as there seemed to be

fewer taking this turn.

And I admit I missed

the crowds at times

and the paved roads

and maps.

But as I walked this

strangely familiar path

unfolding in front of me,

I began to remember

what it felt like

to walk on the earth,

to be free to notice

and allow my attention

to fall where it liked,

to experience the world

around me

and inside of me

without a constant

narrating mind.

And sure enough,

just as I had guessed,

I was okay

in this place —

where everything was

as it had been —

feelings and sensations

and challenges

and thoughts.

But without the narrator,

without the constant story,

they had taken on a

lighter feel,

softened somehow —

along this path

of the heart.