Sunday, June 19, 2016

Everthing is Waiting For You


Everything is Waiting for You


Your great mistake is to act the drama

as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into

the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

  -- David Whyte

     ©2003 Many Rivers Press

2 comments:

Jan Morrison said...

Whyte's poems heal. Thank you.
And sorry I haven't been around much. I've been overwhelmed with life here.
But I do think of you.
Are you coming home?

Robyn said...

I have missed you Jan! Hope all is well and that overwhelmed doesn't mean all bad things. I am coming home very soon! So excited about it! I will be in Gillams (finally) on July 5th. Will you be traveling through NF this summer?