5069#5085 - Monday, October 28, 2013 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- Oct 28, 2013#5085 - Monday, October 28, 2013 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/MAKE YOURSELF A DOORBe taught now, among the trees and rocks,
how the discarded is woven into shelter,
learn the way things hidden and unspoken
slowly proclaim their voice in the world.
Find that far inward symmetry
to all outward appearances, apprentice
yourself to yourself, begin to welcome back
all you sent away, be a new annunciation,
make yourself a door through which
to be hospitable, even to the stranger in you.
Excerpt from Colemans Bed in River Flow:
New and Selected Poems
©David Whyte and Many Rivers PressPhoto: © DW. Ruined Chapel, Colemans Bed. Ireland.SEE WITH EVERY TURNING DAYSee with every turning day,
how each season wants to make
a child of you again, wants you to become
a seeker after rainfall and birdsong,
watch how it weathers you to a testing
in the tried and true, tells you
with each falling leaf, to leave and slip away,
even from the branch that held you,
to go when you need to, to be courageous,
to be like a last word youd want to say
before you leave the world.Excerpt from Colemans Bed in River Flow:
New and Selected Poems
©David Whyte and Many Rivers PressPhoto: © DW. Dawn on the Isis, Oxford, England.The Opening of Eyes
That day I saw beneath dark clouds,
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out,
I knew then, as I had before,
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing,
speaking out loud in the clear air.
It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.
From River Flow: New and Selected Poems. ©David Whyte
Photo © DW, Figures on Beach, La Jolla.CaliforniaTIME LEFT ALONE
But tired of land, we open ourselves to oceans, tired of time
we give back all that weve taken, tired of ourselves
we open ourselves to ourselves at last, sensing the waves
and great abyss of the sea beyond,
the ocean stretching on sand
and the long view on the still sea that leads to another life.
From Time Left Alone River Flow: New and Selected Poems
©David Whyte and Many Rivers Press
Photo: © DW. Evening Light, Isabela Island, Galapagos.
WE ARE HEREWe are here essentially to risk ourselves in the world; we are a form of
invitation to others and to otherness, we are meant to hazard ourselves for the
right thing, for the right woman or the right man, for a son or a daughter, for
the right work or for a gift given against all the odds, and to allow ourselves to
be happy may be the greatest, most courageous act of all.- David Whyte from Readers' Circle Essay, "Longing" ©2011 David WhytePhoto © Sonya Jasinski: Daring to be Happy