Tag: writing

A Gentle Path

Soothing March 25, 2019

Words became a gentle

path back into the willingness

to feel and to be a little more

present.

After a while, they began

to echo the silence of

my deepest heart —

winding their way through

old wounds —

soothing whatever appeared

along the way.

For Just a Moment

Soothing March 16, 2019

It took a little bit of courage

allowing softer thoughts to form —

landing on a surprisingly comforting

background of emptiness —

flowing effortlessly,

drifting a little more deeply

into my deepest heart.

Maybe it was the gentle rhythm

I had allowed myself to feel

once again,

for just a moment,

or a word formed of this

same emptiness

allowed to echo even more  —

somehow, gently,

against all odds,

from this deeper space

within.

The Quiet Space Within

Tenderness January 29, 2019

Writing became a meditation,

an easily accessible way

to connect with a truer sense

of self —

in any moment.

My notes became precious tickets

back to parts of self

and back into the world.

Even after I reached a point

where I could safely let go,

translating lived experience

into words continued to be

a ticket into the quiet space within

I wouldn’t have traded

for an easier path.

A New Kind of Thought

Quieting, Unsorted September 29, 2018

Sometimes there were no words. And then somehow, mysteriously, worlds began to well up from somewhere beyond. A new kind of thought from a gentler place began to transform all that seemed unreachable. Gentle prayers began to take form out of the resolve to surrender everything  — just to remember this place for a moment.

There came a desire to remain in this place within — just a little longer — no matter what appeared on the surface or how big the challenges seemed.

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.