October 30, 2012

Tuesday Poetry: all here

This week a poem by my new favorite poet, David Whyte, who is just fantastic.
His writing is beautiful, thought-provoking, and speaks to my soul.
(he also writes and speaks in at least four different languages).

Hearing him speak is on my DREAM BIG list.



Sometimes simplicity rises
like a blossom of fire
from the white silk of your own skin.

You were there in the beginning
you heard the story, you heard the merciless
and tender words telling you where you had to go.

Exile is never easy and the journey 
itself leaves a bitter taste. But then,
when you heard that voice, you had to go.

You couldn't stay by the fire, you couldn't live
so close to the live flame of that compassion
you had to go out in the world and make it your own

so that you could come back with 
that flame in your voice, saying listen....
this warmth, this unbearable light, this fearful love...

It is all here, it is all here.

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