I found I began
to create
a more peaceful life
a little more naturally
as I continued
to flow
out of this space
within my heart.
Tag: quiet reflections
All of the Pieces of Her Heart
Like a hidden secret,
underneath all of the pieces
so many had tried
to put together,
I found my own
inner healer
who was quite okay.
And I couldn’t help
but love her and me
as she loved
all of the pieces
of her heart.
More Magical Than It Seems
Here, in the stillness,
there is calm
and comfort in knowing
that hidden within
whatever appears
is something just a little
more magical
than it seems.
All That Is Simply True
There is a certain kind
of joy
in not trying
to attract or create
a certain thing
or experience —
noticing the perfect
unfolding
in its purest form
and honoring
all that is simply true.
Just Enough
All of the pieces
of my heart
were quieted —
just enough
so that I could
hear my own true voice
and be free.
My Deepest Comfort
I found
my deepest healing
in meeting all that appeared
as it was —
choosing in each moment
to surrender to
and gently support
the natural unfolding
of life.
And I found
my deepest comfort
in noticing
the slightest shifting
in silence.
Silent Spaces
On the journey
into my heart,
there were words
that couldn’t be written
or shared.
With each one
came a little more
letting go
and the understanding
that it was, in fact,
in the silent spaces,
held and known
in my own heart
alone,
that I found
the deepest connection,
meaning,
and desire to continue on.
I found comfort in knowing
that the words I did write
would always find
their way back
to the silent space
from which they emerged.
Where There Is Nothing
I honor the place
within
where there is
nothing
to sort
or heal —
where it’s enough
to be
as I am.
A Little More Completely
I began to listen
a little more deeply
to silence,
to let go
of cluttered thoughts
a little more completely —
to turn around
and settle down
into the quiet space
within.
Words Waiting
I learned to find my way
to words waiting
just beneath the surface.
But I grew tired
of all the sorting
and tossing up
and laying down
of old things.
I have thrown it all back
and waited patiently
more times than I care
to remember.
Now I’m tired.
And so I will listen
to the silence instead.
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