A Quiet Kind of Beauty

There was a quiet kind of beauty in allowing my heart to be in pieces. It wasn’t in the mending, so much, that allowed my experience in the world began to soften. It was the gentle shift from being the pieces to being the whole Self.

It was too much at first to step out of the pieces. And so I practiced holding and letting go until the tenderness of tapping into my own true essence far outweighed anything else. There was a sweetness in noticing that it did in fact matter what I was experiencing on the inside.

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A Place of Reprieve

There were times

when the most pressing work

to be done

was to retrace my steps,

to return to

a place of reprieve —

to soothe

my own heart

a little more.

Without Words

After a while,

I learned to listen

to the quiet prayer within.

It began as a whisper

without words,

but its presence was enough

to light my path

when I felt most challenged.

It reminded me of

the all that was miraculous

and led to a place

of compassion for myself

and others here at this time

as souls in human form.

Following a Prayer

There was a willingness to show up in each new moment — letting go a little more of the continuous narration of mind — a deeper surrender into the silent space of What Now?  It took a bit of adjusting to the inner quiet — a retuning to more subtle thoughts and experiences.

What Now wasn’t bound to old storylines. It was a place of possibilities and seeing from a higher view — where I was free to listen to and follow a quiet prayer instead.

 

A State of Prayer

There were times when I sensed listening for inner resonance and trusting the quiet whisper of truth in each moment had become a little more important. I had learned the importance of stopping to listen to life and gained a respect for its mystery, but it was during these times when I was called more deeply within that I began to notice just how much I could soften my experience in the world and be in a state of listening prayer in any moment.

Softening

There was a

softening

of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of

peace,

the very thing

my heart had

longed for

and called me to.

There was a more

natural connection

with all of life,

a gentle unfolding

of the quiet prayer

within my heart.

Silent pauses became

welcome parts

of the relaxation into

a gentler way

of being.

In My Heart

Words began

to flow out

from within.

But it was

the surrender

in each moment

and connection

with my own

inner healer

that helped me

to become

the continuous

quiet prayer

I had heard

so clearly

in my heart.