It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned.
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need to change you.
If you can look back with firm eyes
saying "this is where I stand."
I want to know if you know how to melt
into that fierce heat of living
falling toward the center of your longing.
I want to know if you are willing to live,
day by day,
with the consequence of love
and the bitter unwanted passion of sure defeat.
I have been told, in that fierce embrace,
even the gods speak of God.
.............from "Fire in the Earth", by David Whyte
Another syncronicity that occured in our Kripalu Workshop was that one of the participants placed an audio cd by contemporary poet DAVID WHYTE on the altar we made.
I had been reading "The Winter of Listening" on the plane that brought me to Massachusetts. I feel moved to share here a few of his poems, because they've been with me over coffee this morning. Yes, especially now, as I sit looking out across the Berkshires, the trees bare still but the sun fragile and brilliant, the vitality of early spring a deep, deep hum within the earth, a rythem pulsing through my feet, an attunement I long to continue for more than this one last day.
David Whyte's poetry has always had a way of bringing me home.
while the great cloak
of the sky grows dark
and intense round every living thing.
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
and then nourishes
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.
so far off
I feel it grown in me
now and ready
to arrive in the world.
listening to those
nothing to say.
has its own voice
you can belong
simply by listening.
is born from
has led me to that
for the new life
I must call my own.