It was comforting
to find
that somewhere
hidden safely beyond
whatever appeared
was something
a little purer.
It just took a moment
to adjust
to being without
so many added
layers of thought.
Tag: thoughts
Empty
Sometimes it’s nice
to show up
as I am —
to meet others
as they are —
to toss my thoughts
and wait
for them to come
back down
a little more gently —
to hold a space
for just the kind
of love
that doesn’t need
a continuous narration
or specific way
to be.
Back into Silence
And so I followed
the words —
each time a little further
back into the silence
I had come to love.
I had acquired the taste
for the gentle transformation
into the subtle knowing,
the quiet prayer
I once tried
to understand
and grasp.
Into Wholeness
I began to notice
a natural softening
in myself and others
as I aligned to my own
true essence —
a subtle shifting
that bypassed
the need to sort out
every personal flaw
and pattern.
There was a sense
of relief
after having struggled
and identified ourselves
with the parts
that were evolving —
an embracing —
a relaxing into
our own inherent wholeness.
Pure Reverence
It’s a funny thing,
this love that we are.
Underneath the stories
and details that seem
to fill
every bit of it,
if we look
and listen
just a little
deeper down,
what we take
as facts,
black and white,
this or that,
who we truly are
and what we truly desire,
softens a little
into pure reverence
for what is
and what is becoming.
A Deeper Story
I found peace
in the letting go
of the need
to hold each detail
of my own life
so tightly.
Somehow,
because all attempts
at solving the puzzle
of my own struggles
in the usual ways
completely failed,
I was left
holding the remnants
of a deeper story.
This was the story
I wanted to share
because it belonged
to a deeper me.
Straight Through
I found peace
in the quiet way
I learned to hold
and let go
of all that crossed
my path.
I found it
in the silence
within my heart,
often in the middle
of the most difficult
parts of the journey
where the sound
of my own steps
taken in pure faith
and a knowing smile
from a passer-by
became my greatest hope
and inspired me
to keep walking
straight through.
A State of Prayer
And so I entered
a state of prayer —
each time a little
more fully
as life continued,
as I continued on
within its mysterious dance —
as thoughts
and feelings appeared
as movements in some
forgotten symphony —
arranging themselves
and landing again
in the most
beautiful silence
that no one movement
could express.
Laurie's Notes 