On a gentle breeze,
a whisper
in the wind,
a bit of color —
muted,
I return
to this life
as a prayer.
Tag: poetry
How Far
And so my heart whispered
of the long roads
on the surface
and the harsh reality
of being in a healing world.
How far I would go
was up to me.
The choice was clear.
But I came
to go all the way —
to meet it
at the core.
Quiet Prayers
When the outer world
became louder
and trying to speak
over the noise
was not helpful,
I held on
to the space within my heart
and to the quiet prayers
it whispered.
With Honor
I return
to this experience
with honor,
knowing it is enough
to hold this moment
of life —
of which I am
a part.
Unfolding
Underneath all that appears
on the surface,
I am the space
within my heart.
And I am
the unfolding —
the sacred journey back
to stillness.
Looking Through the Surface
Looking through
the story on the surface
to the essence
of my experience,
holding and honoring
what shows itself to me
in each moment,
I listen
with my heart.
Space for Healing
In this moment,
I declare a truce,
a respite,
a little space
for healing —
here, in the stillness
of my heart.
I Am This
I am this holding
and this letting go
at the same time.
I am this holding
without trying
for any particular result —
holding what is here
exactly as it is
for as long as it needs —
holding without needing
to fix.
I am this.
A Little at a Time (Tossing)
Letting go
of all I can’t quite
figure out,
I toss the pieces up
or lay them down
gently,
trusting them
to come back
a little at a time
in the present moment,
in a way that is
just enough.
Holding
Listening with my heart,
allowing my thoughts
to be as they are,
I hold what is here
exactly as it is.
I hold it with love
or I hold it
however I can.
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