When we have searched,
gathered and dropped
every word
we had thought
to carry back,
when all that
is left
upon our return
is the silence
in our hearts
because we have
both given up
and found our Love,
I will gather
the words again
for you.
Tag: writing
For a While
For a while
my words seemed
to not be heard.
They seemed
to lash out
against each other,
for a while,
as the anger tried to find
its place,
as all that wasn’t right
found its way
to the surface.
And so I began to honor
all these fractured pieces
and assure them
that they did indeed belong,
that they were heard
in me.
And I freed them.
I let them go,
set them free —
trusting them to come back
a little less fractured,
in way that could be heard,
in whatever form needed —
to keep speaking
what was true,
perhaps a little
more gently
or more directly
or with just enough
passion and restraint —
until they fell silent —
into the place
where there was
no more distance
between the speaking
and the listening.
The Silence Behind the Words
And so I gathered
notes from my heart.
And I always,
at a certain point,
set them all down —
for it was
the silence
behind the words,
the pure love
from which they emerged,
I had longed for.
Into Nothing
I have held and honored —
set it all down —
watched as it faded back
into nothing.
I have waited
as the perfect pieces
reappeared.
And I have forgotten
and pushed —
tried to make
my own inner art
into something else —
more.
I have forgotten
the importance of the holding
and remembered
as, in my frustration,
it found its own way
and revealed itself to me
again.
Silent Spaces
On the journey
into my heart,
there were words
that couldn’t be written
or shared.
With each one
came a little more
letting go
and the understanding
that it was, in fact,
in the silent spaces,
held and known
in my own heart
alone,
that I found
the deepest connection,
meaning,
and desire to continue on.
I found comfort in knowing
that the words I did write
would always find
their way back
to the silent space
from which they emerged.
Surrender to Silence
I found life is rarely
how it seems
on the surface.
And so I learned
to listen
with my heart,
to paint with words —
to surrender
to silence
as each attempt faded
so sweetly back
into nothing.
Waiting For Words
One day I found
my thoughts
had begun to fall
too quickly.
And so I tossed
them all
back up
and waited
for words to come
down again
a little more slowly —
a little more gently —
a little more directly
into the emptiness
of me.
Laurie's Notes 