When what is in my heart
and yours
has gotten lost, somehow,
in translation,
may we have courage
to hold steady —
letting go and trusting
in all that can’t
be spoken.
May the words
that come back
be firmly rooted
in this place.
Amen
Tag: poetry
Into the Heart
Thank you
for each part played
in this great mystery
of life —
for there are
surely no small parts here.
Thank you
for each act of love —
each burden carried,
held with honor
and transformed.
Thank you
for each moment
of true connection
kept sacred —
those who dare
to hold something pure
within,
sharing only the beauty
of its reflection.
Thank you for each
courageous step
into the heart.
Amen
Without Doubt
Let the noise
within
be quieted,
just enough —
that we may hear
our own quiet prayers
and know
without doubt
that we could never be
apart.
Amen
For a While
For a while
my words seemed
to not be heard.
They seemed
to lash out
against each other,
for a while,
as the anger tried to find
its place,
as all that wasn’t right
found its way
to the surface.
And so I began to honor
all these fractured pieces
and assure them
that they did indeed belong,
that they were heard
in me.
And I freed them.
I let them go,
set them free —
trusting them to come back
a little less fractured,
in way that could be heard,
in whatever form needed —
to keep speaking
what was true,
perhaps a little
more gently
or more directly
or with just enough
passion and restraint —
until they fell silent —
into the place
where there was
no more distance
between the speaking
and the listening.
Whatever Was Required
There was a holding
and letting go motion
that happened
out of the need
for the purest kind
of love,
the kind that could honor
without understanding
and heal
without fixing —
seeing through
and even loving
all the murky places
where human minds
get stuck —
somehow leaping over
or sinking down past —
taking the slightest step
back into itself —
whatever was required.
Sacred Hope
And so I vow
to live
in a new way,
fully present and grounded,
unafraid to be right here
among all that is
messy and unclear
and uncomfortable,
in surrender
to all that is most healed
in me,
holding space for more healing
and sacred hope
for the transformation
of all that seems unhealable
and unsolvable,
in reverence
of my own experience
and yours.
— from earlier notes
With a Quiet Prayer
And so I began
to show up
in a new way,
with only a quiet prayer
in my heart
and a mind free
of clutter,
not because it had been
neatly sorted out —
but because it hadn’t.
Funny Thing
What a funny thing
to realize there was
really nothing
to piece together
or figure out
or search for
so deeply.
I only had to
to find courage
to stop all that trying.
Where I Am Whole
It’s the stillness
I return to,
where thought arises
in the moment,
taking on a
deeper meaning
beyond thinking —
where each part flowes
into the next,
and I am whole.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
With Love
Help me to hold
what is here
with love —
to meet this moment
with honor
and grace,
the kind of grace
that allows
all that has been
too painful
or too much
to naturally transform itself
back into
its purest form.
Amen
Laurie's Notes 