Tag: writing

Without Words

Quieting January 12, 2018

After a while,

I learned to listen

to the quiet prayer within.

It began as a whisper

without words,

but its presence was enough

to light my path

when I felt most challenged.

It reminded me of

the all that was miraculous

and led to a place

of compassion for myself

and others here at this time

as souls in human form.

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One Continuous Prayer

Tenderness December 28, 2017

The new chosen path was an unbelievable contrast to the old. From the outside, it didn’t always appear to be all that different, but from the inside it was clearly new. Instead of being pulled under by thoughts and experiences, all that appeared in my mind and in the world was seen as raw pieces of one continuous prayer.

Waiting for Words

Waiting for Words February 6, 2017

I learned to listen

with my heart —

navigating my way

gently through

all that had been

too much.

I found I could

back up a little

when part of me

needed picking up.

I found relief

in letting go

of everything,

refocusing

in my heart

and waiting for

words to form

as a prayer —

reaching deep down

to where I couldn’t

reach before —

always just enough.

Through Tears

Unsorted January 23, 2017

There were times

when I didn’t know

whether to form words

or not,

when I knew

crying out

wouldn’t lead

to any more

understanding.

And so I vowed

to honor the sadness

beneath the frustration

in my own heart

and reach

past my own

temptation to lesson

the discomfort I felt

by holding a false sense

of security

in a made up story

of separateness.

And so I let go

of all of it,

trusting whatever was

true

to find its way back.

And I wrote

through my tears.

This Listening

Quieting October 7, 2016

Writing calms me

like medicine.

It quiets me.

I don’t try to understand

with my mind.

I just let it flow out

and sink in

to my heart.

Sometimes one word

shows up in a piece

and reaches where I couldn’t

reach in other ways.

Maybe it is that

I have to become

so still inside

to listen

with my whole being.

Maybe it is this listening

that calms the little parts

of me so profoundly.

— Laurie, Heart Space