Looking through
the story on the surface
to the essence
of my experience,
holding and honoring
what shows itself to me
in each moment,
I listen
with my heart.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Looking through
the story on the surface
to the essence
of my experience,
holding and honoring
what shows itself to me
in each moment,
I listen
with my heart.
Just a little past
what could be known
in the usual way,
rooted firmly
in my deepest heart,
I dared to continue
to keep my focus here —
just to see
what might happen.
On the journey
into my heart,
there were words
that couldn’t be written
or shared.
With each one
came a little more
letting go
and the understanding
that it was, in fact,
in the silent spaces,
held and known
in my own heart
alone,
that I found
the deepest connection,
meaning,
and desire to continue on.
I found comfort in knowing
that the words I did write
would always find
their way back
to the silent space
from which they emerged.
I found a tender kind
of beauty
in my own courage
to let go of the pieces
of my heart
for just a moment,
just long enough
to see
the beauty
through the pain.
But I found even
more beauty
in my willingness
to stand in the emptiness
and allow the pieces
to fall
back down.
I began to notice
the quieter,
natural kind of joy
that came
out of the most
subtle shifting
of my own heart.
And I knew it was
safe to trust
in the unfolding
of my own path
and yours
and in this
emerging love.