Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Winter of Listening

"I Rest in You, a Seed" (1993)
The Winter of Listening 
 (by David Whyte)
 
All this petty worry
while the great cloak
of the sky grows dark
and intense
round every living thing.

All this trying
to know
who we are
and all this
wanting to know
exactly
what we must do.

But 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…

3 comments:

Martine said...

Inside everyone
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born…

i love that very much..........

lauren raine said...

me too Martine.

Valerianna said...

Love this!! And, just catching up on blogreading. Enjoyed scrolling down through your posts. Wondering what you are re-weaving and how it is all unfolding. Be well!!