Unsorted

I found life wasn’t

as black and white

as I had once thought.

I found I was made up

of many parts.

And so was

everyone else.

I found that

not only was I not

any one part,

my parts contained

their own potentials.

There were pieces

of denial

to be released.

There were parts

I judged

and pushed against

and later embraced.

And there was

the day I realized

I was more

than the many parts

of the whole.

And I became

determined to remain

unsorted.

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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.