I let go
once more
into the emptiness,
into the mysterious
and messy
and beautiful –
because I have learned
what it means
to be whole
and to trust
in all that is here
and all that is
within.
Tag: poetry
Enough
Sometimes it was
hard to hear
the quiet prayer
in my heart
Sometimes life became
so noisy
and the best I could do
was to hold on
to the knowing
beyond doubt
that it was
in fact always there —
no matter what.
Somehow that was
enough.
Just Below the Surface
I found
the journey
of life
included some things
that were difficult
to look at
at first.
There were certain thoughts
and memories
and wounds
and moments of
disbelief.
There were shadows.
And there was
the desire to
believe that I could
somehow make sense
of all of it
through endless
sorting on the surface.
But peace came
when I had
exhausted every attempt
to sort life out
on the surface.
Eventually I had to
trust in my own
unique process
of feeling
into my heart
and see from a wider view —
just below the surface.
Even More Beautiful
I let go,
trusting
that wherever
the pieces fall
will be okay —
possibly even more
beautiful
than if I had tried
to fit them
together on my own.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
An Invisible Art
My heart longed
to live freely —
to show up
without introduction —
to listen
and feel
and play
and love.
It taught me
how to be
a part of a sacred
journey
and reflect
an invisible art.
Wordless Prayers
I found I could
feel my way
through this life
as I let go
a little more
of cluttered thoughts
and ideas
of how it should
look.
I found comfort
in the subtle insights
I once tried
to sort out.
There was a natural
reverence for my own
journey
and for others.
Prayers became
more wordless
as I began to trust
the one continuous
quiet prayer
I once
turned away
because the contrast
had seemed too vast.
Within
Thought became
something that rose up
out of the space
within.
I found
a hidden well
of comfort
and guidance
in the quiet center
of my heart.
Holding Space
And so I vowed
to show up
in a new way,
unafraid to be still
in my own heart.
I vowed to
set aside
all that was
messy and unclear
and uncomfortable
in surrender
to all that was
most healed
in me —
holding space
for more healing
and sacred hope
for the transformation
of all that seemed
unhealable
and unsolvable —
in reverence
of my own experience
and yours.
Space for Healing
At a certain point,
I became willing
to stand my ground
as healer
of my own heart —
not as fractured
pieces,
but as the most whole
part of me —
the only one
who could hold
space for healing
for the rest.
A Risky Move
I held a me
that didn’t need
to try to be
a certain way.
And though it felt
like a risky move,
I held on
just a little longer
and trusted
just a little more
deeply.
And I saw that I was
that me.
I was that
Love.
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