Thursday, November 30, 2017

A Small Opening into the New Day

Goodbye November, Hello Christmas, Hello Moon!

What To Remember When Waking
~by David Whyte (Dec 30, 2013)

In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,
coming back to this life from the other
more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.

What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.

To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance.

You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.

Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window
toward the mountain presence of everything that can be
what urgency calls you to your one love?
What shape waits in the seed of you
to grow and spread its branches
against a future sky?

Is it waiting in the fertile sea?
In the trees beyond the house?
In the life you can imagine for yourself?
In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?

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"Cyber Monday"

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2 comments:

  1. Thanks Katie Field!

    EVERYTHING IS WAITING FOR YOU
    by David Whyte

    After Derek Mahon

    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.

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  2. Thanks to my friend Katie for this amazing story of her discovery and re-discovery of the above poem "Everything is Waiting for You" by David Whyte:

    Here is the poem by the Irish poet I was trying to remember last week! It was just quoted in a little essay in today’s print edition New York Times!! Can you believe it?!  

    After our conversation, I tried googling Irish Poet with some of the images I remembered from the poem, and of course there are hundreds of Irish poets, maybe thousands?!! 

    But now, the Monday before Thanksgiving, his poem appeared in a lovely little essay, “put down the headphones, and tune back in” (part of “the morning” newsletter). 

    Maybe you already know this poet?! If you don’t, enjoy, and if you do, enjoy rereading!
    I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem, and I’m so glad I found my way back to that poem again, or it found its way back to me. 

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