Sometimes there is
nothing
but a natural flow,
a stopping —
not needing
to analyze or fix
or try so hard
to heal —
only deep connection
and gratitude
for those who are able
to meet us
in this place.
Tag: poetry
Out of Nothingness
After a while,
it was most natural
to be the space
beyond words,
that strangely familiar place
where thought formed
out of nothingness
as quiet prayers
once known only
as far-away whispers
triggering some long-forgotten
memory of a time
when I was not
separate from the space
within my heart.
Even Now
There is a place
in my heart
where peace exists.
Whatever is
around me,
however I am feeling,
there is peace
here —
even now.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Remembrance
Perhaps the most
beautiful part
of transformation
is knowing
the place of
in-between —
that first intimate,
still moment
of remembrance
that these are
tender times —
right here,
when no thought
of some distant goal
appears sweeter
and all past memories
take on the taste
of that one moment
of purity
forever.
Transformed
It had not been
an easy path.
But the memories
of the journey
were sweet.
Wounded places
had transformed
themselves into
treasured tender spaces.
Thoughts of separation
had become
prayers of gratitude
and support
to all parts
still in transformation —
arising out of
and leading
safely back to
this now treasured
space within
our deepest hearts.
Never Again
AlI I had struggled with
for so long
on the surface
appeared much different
from the center
of my heart.
All of my
wounded places
were seen through
as parts of a whole
to be honored.
And that 3D reality
I had struggled with
began to,
ever so subtly —
shift…
from the deep
compassion there
in the holding
of each fractured piece
of my own heart
from within.
And I vowed to
never again let go
of this place,
no matter what
appeared on the surface.
Manipulating the surface
seemed a little silly
after that.
Bittersweet
There was a tenderness
in returning
to the quiet place
in our hearts,
a bittersweet
vow to honor
and release
all that had been
denied
and pushed down
or covered up —
when what had
been seen as
so obvious
in the heart
could not be communicated
on the surface,
not directly,
and my own deepest pain
became triggered.
And so the challenge
became holding
all I knew
to be sacred,
no matter how
it appeared on
the surface —
reaching and joining
with others
who longed to find
a way to continue
to stand
in our hearts
and in a healing world —
holding a space
of compassion
beyond understanding
and finding a gentler way
for us all.
A Little More Deeply
Help me to hold
all that is here.
Remind me
of the tenderness
born out of pain,
shared in pure love,
leading us back
to ourselves.
Help me to honor
this love
a little more deeply —
to be this love
so sweetly —
that through our
shared willingness
to hear it
above all else,
we may open
another door home.
Amen
Still Here
And so I began
to listen
to a softer voice,
one that seemed
to begin
as a whisper.
And though there was
great shaking
as old ways
faded,
I held on to
the quiet place
in my own heart —
letting go
of all that left.
And though
there was pain
in going this way,
all I remember
is the tenderness
of the gentle whisper
from my own heart
reminding always,
no matter what,
I’m still here.
Gently Guided
I found
life wasn’t quite as
black and white
as I had thought.
I found love wasn’t
about covering up
or fixing.
Somehow,
peace wasn’t
some distant goal
to be achieved,
and the most
loving thing
often meant allowing
myself and others
to be gently guided
through the tender places
that remained
unhealed.
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