On a gentle breeze,
a whisper
in the wind,
a bit of color —
muted,
I return
to this life
as a prayer.
Tag: prayer
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.
A State of Prayer
Letting go of trying
to sort and heal,
letting go of everything
I have been trying
to process,
trusting the pieces
to fall back down
a little at a time,
in a way I can understand,
I enter a state
of prayer.
This Silent Prayer
In connection with
the purest truth
that is my true being,
I hold this silent prayer
in my deepest heart
with purest intent
and gratitude
for all that has
found its way
to me
and all that is becoming.
Amen.
Holding
I settled down
a little more deeply in
to my heart,
holding all I found
outside of me
and within,
no longer wishing
to be some place else,
longing only
to know that very moment
a little more intimately.
To Listen to Silence
I learned to hold
and let go
of all of my experiences —
to hold a little longer
until all that was painful
was transformed
into something beautiful.
And then I remembered
how to listen directly
to silence.
Forgotten
In the center
of my heart,
I found
no concepts
and no words,
only the purest essence
of all of my experiences.
And though there was
the sense
of a returning
from the focused holding
in that place,
I found it was
and had always been
what was most true.
I had only forgotten.
As It Is
I hold
what is here
as it is
in my heart
as it is
in us all —
as it is.
Amen.
As It Is
I hold
what is here
with love,
without needing
to sort
or heal.
I hold it
as it is,
allowing space
for the natural
transformation
into something else.
Within My Own Heart
Remind me how
to listen
to silence,
to be unafraid
to take in
more than I can
ever express —
to be willing
not to understand.
And when I feel I must
reflect some piece
of its wisdom,
point me back
to the silence
within my own heart.
Amen.
Laurie's Notes 