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.

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.


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.