Unsorted

I found life wasn’t

as black and white

as I had once thought.

I found I was made up

of many parts.

And so was

everyone else.

I found that

not only was I not

any one part,

my parts contained

their own potentials.

There were pieces

of denial

to be released.

There were parts

I judged

and pushed against

and later embraced.

And there was

the day I realized

I was more

than the many parts

of the whole.

And I became

determined to remain

unsorted.

When There Seemed to be None

I found life to be

more complex

than the old

boxed-in thought

that had made sense

for a while.

It wasn’t about

being on the right

team

or choosing

one clear path

over another.

It was about

becoming honest

with myself

and seeing parts of me

in others,

even the most difficult

to face

or heal.

It was about

refusing to stay

stuck in old patterns

and daring to find

creative solutions

when there seemed to be

none.

With Love

I hold

what is here

with love —

the natural unfolding,

this clear space,

the reverence —

all of this,

including all that is

painful and confusing.

Even as I feel

the shifting ground

beneath me,

I accept and love

all of it

as it is —

right here.

I know these arms

have held

the indescribable pain

of separateness,

reaching inward

and through —

daring to hold

ALL of the pieces

of their own

shattered heart

even before it was

clear they were

not broken —

because somewhere,

underneath the confusion,

a quiet prayer was

whispered.

All of It

I gathered all

parts of me,

even those

most difficult

to hold.

And I held all

of me —

all of them.

It didn’t matter

how long it took

or that there was,

in fact,

no guarantee

that my holding

would make any

difference at all.

And I honored all

that had led me

to that point —

all of it —

because I had

made it to my

deepest heart.

And I set

it all

down.