There was a quiet honoring
that happened
quite naturally.
And I didn’t want
to sort too much
or add too many words
to spoil the natural,
untamed space
in my heart.
Tag: recovery
Silent Knowing
I held on
to my heart
and to the silent knowing
that couldn’t be
expressed.
And there was
great beauty
in being enough.
Enough
I kept my focus
in my heart.
I learned to be okay
with a little messiness
on the surface.
I stopped trying
to sort it all out.
At a certain point,
my quiet honoring was
enough.
Each Quiet Prayer
I found there was
a natural reaching
that came out of
each silent surrender
and each quiet prayer.
And I no longer needed
to be sorted out
or understood.
I only needed a hand
and just enough hope
to allow the true me
to emerge.
Deeply Connected
I found I was
deeply connected
with life
in each moment.
And all of the ways
parts of me
used to cry out
began to fade
beautifully
into the background.
In Each Moment
I surrendered my hand,
set down my cards,
in each moment.
And instead of wishing
to be
in a different place,
I began to see
the beauty in the natural
unfolding of life
and the return
to the silence
of which I was a part.
Without Words
For a while I wished
for the right words
to express
what I had found
within my heart —
until the day came
when I remembered
the beauty
in being without words.
And I longed
for silence instead.
The Silence Behind the Words
And so I gathered
notes from my heart.
And I always,
at a certain point,
set them all down —
for it was
the silence
behind the words,
the pure love
from which they emerged,
I had longed for.
Moments of Truth
There were moments
of truth
where only those
willing to stand
without preformed thought
and my own
willingness to be
in that place
could go.
Where There Were No Words
I came to the place
where there were
no words.
And I knew it was
my own wordless honoring
I had been searching
to find
through all of my attempts
at understanding
and healing.
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