There was a tenderness in the careful merging of the most difficult, painfully raw parts of the journey with the equally raw beauty of having found a love pure enough to match it. It was this newly unfolding path I learned to trust in each moment with all my heart.
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All That Was Beautiful
There was something
tender about walking
through intense darkness
and intense light.
There was a
very real choice in
each moment to reach
more deeply into my Self
and to offer my love
more intensely to the world —
to align with all that was
beautiful about being alive
and to live as a prayer —
no matter what.
This Time With My Heart
For a while it seemed
the magic had been
forever lost.
But it was
there within
the subtle way
I learned to
start again
and listen a little more
intently —
this time with my
heart.
Waiting for Words
I found there is
a prayer
within us all,
a whisper of hope
gently quieting our
hearts —
reaching through
old wounds and labels —
gathering pieces
of a gentler story
waiting to be
told.
From Within
I learned the value
in aligning
with my own
heart.
Old patterns
fell away as
I continued to love
all of the many
different parts of
Self.
The goal in each
new moment became
accepting and
integrating parts of
the whole,
allowing love
to flow more freely
from within.
Beyond
There was a settling
down into my heart
that continued to deepen.
I began to understand
beyond thinking
and listen beyond words.
I learned to hold
my own shadows
and light —
letting go of ideas
held too tightly
in exchange for
the lightness
of compassion for
myself and others
and the renewed strength
to continue on
as a clearer reflection
of my own quiet
prayer.
Gentleness
Softening became
a choice
in each moment
as I learned
to trust my own heart
a little more
completely.
Experiences began to
match the gentleness
of my own quiet
prayers.
Softening
Softening came
as I learned to
process life
in subtler ways —
feeling for wisdom
in all of my
experiences,
not sorting out
each one,
but listening with
my heart
beneath the stories
on the surface.
It was a welcome
shift from how it
had been
into finding and being
the healer within.
Unafraid
During times
of great shifting,
when emotions were
intense
and bodies
and minds tired
most easily
with each added thought
and moment of
learning,
I found it was
possible to return
my focus
to the stillness
within
and count every
single piece of
wisdom gained as valuable —
while being willing
to hold it
lightly —
remaining unafraid
to release all
into the creative space
I learned to
embrace again
and again,
each time a little more
completely,
as I continued on.
After a While
I found peace
in each moment
of choice.
I found it
each time I dared
to look things
straight in the face
and reach
for the most healed
part of me
and others
and for the
divine.
It was a choice.
The option was
always there
to close my eyes
and stop reaching.
But I understood where
that led —
after a while.
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