No one but me by the fire,
my hands burning
red in the palms while
the night wind carries
everything away outside.
All this petty worry
while the great cloak
of the sky grows dark
and intense
round every living thing.
What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.
What we strive for
in perfection
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
we desire,
what disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.
What we hate
in ourselves
is what we cannot know
in ourselves but
what is true to the pattern
does not need
to be explained.
Inside everyone
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.
Even with the summer
so far off
I feel it grown in me
now and ready
to arrive in the world.
All those years
listening to those
who had
nothing to say.
All those years
forgetting
how everything
has its own voice
to make
itself heard.
All those years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
simply by listening.
And the slow
difficulty
of remembering
how everything
is born from
an opposite
and miraculous
otherness.
Silence and winter
has led me to that
otherness.
So let this winter
of listening
be enough
for the new life
I must call my own.
David Whyte
Pure. Simple. Beauty. xxoo, O
Posted by: Olivia | Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 09:54 PM
Beautiful post!
Posted by: martie | Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 07:22 AM
amen!
Posted by: Monique | Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 07:38 AM
thank you!
Posted by: lucy | Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 10:08 AM
This was beautiful, and perfect for the upcoming solstice. Thanks for sharing! :)
Posted by: Rebekah | Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 03:18 PM
Beautiful poem! Just reading it stills and quietens then mind. :)
Posted by: Lori | Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 05:05 PM
This photo, in my opinion, is the most beautiful one of you I have ever seen. This goes inside your book jacket!
Christine
Posted by: Cousin Christine | Friday, December 19, 2008 at 05:33 AM
this is beautiful as are you.
Posted by: Yolanda | Friday, December 19, 2008 at 11:03 AM
I've been listening to his cds on the way to work--what a great way to start the day.
Posted by: nikki hardin | Friday, December 26, 2008 at 09:08 AM
On this windy night, those words bring serenity to my world. Thank you.
Posted by: Kim H | Sunday, December 28, 2008 at 07:18 PM
Wonderful poem!
Love David Whyte!
Thank you for sharing :-)
Great photo, BTW.
Blessings for your New Year!
Posted by: Lisa | Thursday, January 01, 2009 at 06:36 AM
happy new year, dear carla! may it bring you only blessings and joy xxx
Posted by: claire | Thursday, January 01, 2009 at 09:56 AM
Carla,
Awesome post and a really gorgeous photo of beautiful you!! Happy New Year and Happy Monday!
Jane
Posted by: Jane | Monday, January 19, 2009 at 06:07 AM
Loved the poem...I am now a fan. Thank you@@
Posted by: donna preston | Tuesday, February 03, 2009 at 08:57 AM