I hold this space
within my heart
where all things
are naturally honored
and transformed.
Amen
Tag: poetry
Gently Guided
Help me to move
in the way
of the heart.
Free my attention
to be gently guided —
holding unresolved experience
a little longer —
letting go
of unanswered questions —
opening even more
to love.
Amen
Right Here
There was something
very beautiful
in the coming together,
in realizing I didn’t need
to have all of the pieces
on my own.
It was humbling
to seek
and to feel
a living life –
this sacred, magical life
I had known
as a child
and let go of too soon
because it didn’t match
the interpretations
around me.
And so I continue on,
having been touched deeply
by everyday people
and experiences
and found
that missing something,
longed for
for too long —
right here,
in our own hearts
and in front of us.
The One We Can’t See
It’s a funny thing
this being,
me and you —
the one we can’t
ever see.
And so I try
to gather something up
to show us
what it is —
every time
new pieces.
Perhaps we didn’t
understand.
It’s not a riddle
to be solved.
Just watch them —
where they land.
Softly
Whisper your love
softly,
in this place –
that we might hear
your voice
above all else.
Amen
Out of This Place
There were the most
tender moments
of deep connection.
And there were moments
that were painful
beyond description.
Somehow, I found,
it all returned
to tenderness.
And so I continued
to show up
and participate in life
because I had experienced
the endless struggle
in the search
and the relief in finding
just one word
shared out of this place
that could bridge the gap
in my own heart.
The Quieting
The quieting
continued to deepen.
Outer and inner experiences
were no longer seen
as obstacles,
but as life simply
showing up
as I had witnessed
my own self
showing up
to meet life.
And in this quieting,
there was often
sadness —
as again and again,
I offered up
my whole self
to something other than
what my mind imagined
life to be.
But there was always
great peace.
As a Prayer
Let us be
brave enough
to continue to follow
the path of our hearts,
the whisper of hope —
that mysterious pull
to search and explore
and feel the story
beneath the surface —
no longer out of the need
to be fixed
or to fix,
but because we have
felt that longing
in our chests
and dared
to set it down —
to feel the emptiness
in our hands,
if only for a moment.
Help us to trust
in our own ability
to hold this life
a little more gently —
to be willing
to continue on
in each moment —
as a prayer.
Amen
Free
One day
I looked inside,
expecting to see
the desperate searching,
the longing to fit,
the crying out
and pushing down –
the one who struggled
to piece it all together.
But on this day,
I found none of it.
I realized I had it
backwards before.
All of these pieces
weren’t really meant
to fit neatly together
at all.
They were meant
to be free.
No Words Needed
Thank you
for this quiet prayer
that frees my attention
to focus again
on this experience
in front of me
and to follow
where it leads.
May it always return
to the quiet space
in my heart —
where all experience
is honored —
where there is
always just enough
understanding and insight —
where no words
are needed
but flow
out sweetly anyway.
Amen
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