Tag: poetry

Quieting

By a Whisper

Laurie's Notes

I found

love expanded

and flowed

and gathered

all that had

felt separate

and dishonored

in me,

without ever

imposing.

It taught me how

to shine my way

through any amount

of darkness.

I understood

the sacredness of

honoring the delicate

unfolding of life

as it moved

and naturally became

more of itself.

I learned to grieve

as I let go

without becoming

stuck in my own

grieving.

I learned to move with

all things —

back to my own source.

I wasn’t interested

in winning

or attaining

imitations of love.

I wasn’t stopped

by cluttered thoughts,

but urged on

by a whisper.

Reflections

Sacred Journey

Laurie's Notes

Healing my own heart

was a delicate process

of looking within

and gently holding

all of the parts

of my whole self

with the purest

love —

with the help of

my own inner healer

and each tiny piece

that courageously

showed up

to offer its own

unique set of

skills gathered

though an often painful,

incredibly sacred

human soul journey.

Waiting for Words

Waiting for Words

Laurie's Notes

I learned to listen

with my heart —

navigating my way

gently through

all that had been

too much.

I found I could

back up a little

when part of me

needed picking up.

I found relief

in letting go

of everything,

refocusing

in my heart

and waiting for

words to form

as a prayer —

reaching deep down

to where I couldn’t

reach before —

always just enough.

Continuing On

Moment of Truth

Laurie's Notes

At a certain point,

I found

that projecting myself

any further into

the future

than that very moment

was not something

I could afford to do

any longer.

And so I prepared

as best I could

for the unknown.

And as I had done

before,

in a moment

of absolute truth,

I vowed to show up

in that moment

and the next

and trust

that my willingness

to risk

would be met.

And I knew

I would never

leave the prayer

that began

in that moment

of truth.

Unsorted

Gently

Laurie's Notes

I vowed

to take all that was

not beautiful in my

own heart

and transform it —

gently.

I vowed to hold

each wounded part

in me,

including those that were

most difficult

to hold.

And when it was

not possible,

I held the empty space

of their absence.

I showed up

for each life experience.

I held it all

until it was possible

to set it all down.

And I found

that wherever

I placed myself

within this sacred journey,

I was held

safely within

my true,

whole self.

Unsorted

As It Was

Laurie's Notes

Healing became

less of something

to figure out

after a while.

It began to feel

more like a sacred

journey

as I began to place

my focus

more and more

in my heart.

Instead of trying

so hard to create,

I began to notice

the natural way

I was pulled to

notice life

around me

and inside.

I found myself

holding and letting go

of all that crossed

my path —

as the two became one

delicate movement.

Quiet prayers

were whispered

and symptoms disappeared.

But by that time,

it didn’t really

matter so much

exactly what happened

on the surface

because there was

something tender

in meeting life

exactly as it was.