In connection with
the purest truth
that is my true being,
I hold this silent prayer
in my deepest heart
with purest intent
and gratitude
for all that has
found its way
to me
and all that is becoming.
Amen.
Tag: recovery
Holding
I settled down
a little more deeply in
to my heart,
holding all I found
outside of me
and within,
no longer wishing
to be some place else,
longing only
to know that very moment
a little more intimately.
A Gentler Way of Being
At a certain point,
it seemed most fitting
to move in the direction
of emptiness.
And so I settled in
to the silence
within
and a gentler way
of being.
Within My Heart
I found a little magic
hidden just beneath
what could be seen
or understood.
And so I settled in
to the quiet space
within my heart
where there was nothing
to heal or sort.
Little Treasures
It wasn’t always graceful,
but I learned
how to hold on
a little more tightly
when needed
and to let go
of preformed ideas
of how life should go.
And it was
the subtle little treasures
I would have missed
by taking an easier path
that always brought me
back to my true essence
and to peace.
Not Far
There wasn’t time, really.
And there was no way
to be sure
that it would be
worth the risk.
But to my surprise,
after jumping in,
I found what I had
longed for
and hidden most deeply
there, in each moment,
just beneath the surface —
not far at all.
Forgotten
In the center
of my heart,
I found
no concepts
and no words,
only the purest essence
of all of my experiences.
And though there was
the sense
of a returning
from the focused holding
in that place,
I found it was
and had always been
what was most true.
I had only forgotten.
A Little More Slowly
When there were
no words,
I was silent.
And when there was
more than I could process,
I tossed it all
back up
and waited again
for the pieces
to fall back down
a little more slowly.
Beneath the Surface
Sometimes I hold
just to see
what is here,
beneath the surface —
where it is safe now
to disappear.
Where Words Couldn’t Go
I vowed to hold
all that appeared
for as long as it took,
to keep my focus
on what was
most real and true.
And ever so softly,
letting go
of unneeded pieces,
holding on
to the subtle messages
only my heart understood,
I crossed over
to the place
where quiet whispers
carried me —
where words couldn’t go.
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