It is not a steep edge so much as
it is sharp. The place here
and there must decide.
In one hand, the old leaf brittle and
precious, its purpose outgrown yet clinging
to a seed. The other hand opens wide.
It is time to let go. The leaf
body disintegrates as the
wind carries it away.
With it perish thoughts of
faults and limitations.
With it crumble excuses.
Full of intentions, the seed of a
magnificent future with
courage will take root.
Now, both hands are free
to climb, to plant, to hold on to
You will find it one day, that seed
sprouting, so green one weeps for joy as
the first true leaf is announced.
Life chooses again.
I got beauty in me
that needs to come out, songs
you never heard, stories
in my bones and fire
in my eyes, too bright
to keep secret
yes, the sadness went deep
down to the source, pain
and joy, all soaking up
into spirit and
there it goes
pouring out like water
shining out like light
look at me
look at this new day
“Voyager: Humanity’s Farthest Journey” NASA, edited by Jaybear, 2011. (Public Domain)
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 from Everything is Waiting for You
©2003 Many Rivers Press
“This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live.
Life is no “brief candle” to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”
~George Bernard Shaw
“When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.” ~Shauna Niequist