In Glory, Be

Dance on, 

though you cannot

always choose the way.

Rhythmically spin, 

bend then sway

this way and that,

coming around again

to feel the subtle

pulse of the heart

alive with song,

leaning then cleaving

to the intense fire

building within.

In An Instant

Desired impressions

magnify visual connections

within the flow and play

of consciousness, floating

free in their unfolding –

innocent slices of life.

See how the eyes

serendipitous affection

centres there, as if bent

toward some personal

alignment – alive

as never before.

A contemplative patience

hidden in that untraceable

trail of white – existing

in the quiet briefness

that is, right now.

Where It Leads

I see my path, 

but I don't know

where it leads. 

Not knowing

where I'm going

is what inspires

me to travel it.

 ~ Rosalia de Castro

The Experience Of It

So You Could Come Back

In the Beginning

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 sit 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 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.

~ David Whyte