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.
Tag: quiet
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.
Quieted
Let our minds
be quieted,
just enough —
that we may hear
and follow
the quiet prayer
of our hearts.
Amen
Just Enough
I found my deepest
peace
in turning
down the volume
around me
and within
just enough
so that I could
feel
my own quiet
prayer.
And so I always
returned to
this.
Just Beneath the Surface
I found I could
turn down the volume
within
and around me
quite naturally.
I found I could
listen just beneath
the surface.
It took a little
while to remember
how to trust
my own heart —
just a little
while.
The Quiet Prayer
At times
when contrast
and noise
seemed to get
louder,
I found it most
comforting to focus
on the quiet prayer
that never left
my heart.
Within
Thought became
something that rose up
out of the space
within.
I found
a hidden well
of comfort
and guidance
in the quiet center
of my heart.
A Risky Move
I held a me
that didn’t need
to try to be
a certain way.
And though it felt
like a risky move,
I held on
just a little longer
and trusted
just a little more
deeply.
And I saw that I was
that me.
I was that
Love.
By a Whisper
I found
love expanded
and flowed
and gathered
all that had
felt separate
and dishonored
in me,
without ever
imposing.
It taught me how
to shine my way
through any amount
of darkness.
I understood
the sacredness of
honoring the delicate
unfolding of life
as it moved
and naturally became
more of itself.
I learned to grieve
as I let go
without becoming
stuck in my own
grieving.
I learned to move with
all things —
back to my own source.
I wasn’t interested
in winning
or attaining
imitations of love.
I wasn’t stopped
by cluttered thoughts,
but urged on
by a whisper.
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