I continued on —
following faithfully
as the path unfolded,
urged on
by an unspoken longing
from within
to hold
something pure
and true —
the one thing
that could quiet
my restless mind
and calm
the deepest aching.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I continued on —
following faithfully
as the path unfolded,
urged on
by an unspoken longing
from within
to hold
something pure
and true —
the one thing
that could quiet
my restless mind
and calm
the deepest aching.
I found I could exist
in the world
and also in my heart —
participating fully
in daily life
without the need
or desire
to stay in
constant dialogue
about the story
on the surface —
choosing instead
to play a little
higher card,
to put these things
aside for a moment —
honoring and holding
a little space
for a deeper story
to be known.
I found
a little magic
in my willingness
to stand still
in my heart,
moving past
the intense places,
through the uncomfortable,
in-between times —
having just enough
courage to keep
showing up
and continuing on.
And so I set off,
trying my best
to follow
the path of mind,
trying to fit
in a world
where every gap
seemed to be filled
with more distractions
from what I longed for
the most —
the forgotten magic,
the very thing
that made life
worth showing up for,
the spark —
the mystery of
who or what I really was,
the freedom to return
to a more natural me,
the one I had always been —
underneath.
I learned to turn
inward —
to see past
the wounded places —
to keep my focus
on the quiet prayer
that had led me safely
back to my own
deepest heart
and softened
all experiences
ever so subtly.
No longer bound
by outdated ideas
of how life should be,
I began to show up
in a gentler way —
seeing above
my own limited view —
slipping out
of projections
and old patterns —
making the best
of the pieces
I had to work with
in each moment —
remembering
the sacredness of life
and finding respite
in the middle of
the most chaotic of times.
There was a quieting,
a surrender into
the truest me,
a letting go
of the need
to arrange all of
the pieces
of a heart I believed
to be broken —
the most natural
kind of peace —
just a little deeper
down.
I found I only needed
to know the very next step
in front of me.
Though it was often
painful to stand
right where I was,
I learned to respect
this place
of in-between,
to focus within —
to honor the journey
and live from
the quiet prayer
that had led me to
the most precious treasures —
resetting again and again
and continuing on.
For the times
when what is
on the surface
is difficult to accept
and even harder
to walk through,
remind me to sink down
a little deeper —
to see from
this place —
to find courage
to continue
from here.
Amen
When life on the surface
became too much,
I found there was
immediate relief
in turning inward,
sinking down
past the thoughts
of how things should be,
resetting to a state
of prayer,
and refocusing
in the present moment
as it appeared —
holding, honoring
and letting go
until it became
something beautiful.
Always, this surrender to
a deeper me
was more satisfying
and more tender
than any experience
I could have created
alone.