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.
Tag: stillness
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.
A Little More Deeply
When there were
no more words,
I stopped waiting.
I stopped picking up
and looking for
all of the things
that were not quite
what I had thought.
And I listened
a little more deeply
with my heart
and honored,
a little more fully —
all that could not
be written.
For a While
For a while,
it seemed fitting
to find just the right words
to reflect
what I had found
in my heart.
And then, to my surprise,
I found it rather beautiful
to let the words come
more naturally
from a little deeper me —
even if they felt
a little less graceful
at first —
even if there were
no words at all.
In That Space
I turned down the noise
around me
and inside.
And in that space,
I found my Self.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
In Quieter Places
I was reminded
many times
of the power
in allowing life to flow
around me
without trying to do
or create
more than my part.
And I remembered the strength
and wisdom I found
in quieter places
and the joy of being
part of a greater whole.
This Wordless Place
I began to take myself
a little less seriously.
And I laughed a little
each time I remembered
all of the time spent
finding my true voice
and then desiring only
to reflect
this wordless place
I had tried so hard
to leave.
Just Beneath the Surface
Letting go
of the need to express
what could be seen
or thought,
letting go
into the silence,
I waited for words
to form —
to reflect the purity
of love
I had felt —
just beneath the surface.
Within the Stillness of My Heart
It was my willingness
to allow the surface
to be
a little unsorted
that led me
most directly
to the unseen beauty
and clarity
within the stillness
of my heart.
This Silent Prayer
Sometimes there were
no words.
And so I settled in
a little more deeply —
reaching through
whatever appeared
until I could remember
the emptiness —
this silent prayer.
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