Never Again

AlI I had struggled with

for so long

on the surface

appeared much different

from the center

of my heart.

All of my

wounded places

were seen through

as parts of a whole

to be honored.

And that 3D reality

I had struggled with

began to,

ever so subtly  —


from the deep

compassion there

in the holding

of each fractured piece

of my own heart

from within.

And I vowed to

never again let go

of this place,

no matter what

appeared on the surface.

Manipulating the surface

seemed a little silly

after that.

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.


Before the Noise

I began to listen

to life —

to show up

and listen

to what was around me,

perhaps as our ancestors

once listened —

before all the noise.

And so I began

to listen

a little more deeply —

not analyzing each sound,

but waiting for the music

to continue,

noticing my own part

within in it

and outside of it.

And I couldn’t imagine

it being any other way.