“Be infinitessimal under that sky, a creature
even the sailing hawk misses, a wraith
among the rocks where the mist parts slowly.
Recall the way mere mortals are overwhelmed
by circumstance, how great reputations
dissolve with infirmity and how you,
in particular, stand a hairsbreadth from losing
everyone you hold dear.
Then, look back down the path to the north,
the way you came, as if seeing
your entire past and then south
over the hazy blue coast as if present
to a broad future.
Remember the way you are all possibilities
you can see and how you live best
as an appreciator of horizons,
whether you reach them or not.
Admit that once you have got up
from your chair and opened the door,
once you have walked out into the clean air
toward that edge and taken the path up high
beyond the ordinary, you have become
the privileged and the pilgrim,
the one who will tell the story
and the one, coming back
from the mountain,
who helped to make it.”
~ David Whyte
Wow. I rarely relate to poetry, but this one really struck me. Thanks for sharing!
~~~S Wave~~~
Thanks, David Whyte is an amazing poet
Well it is certainly a beautiful poem. I shared it on my site as well (couldn’t reblog from my phone for some reason) and included a link to your site as well.
Have a lovely week. 🙂
Wonderful Bill. Happy Thanksgiving.
Thanks David
It is in embracing every moment along the way we become qualified to come back along the path to speak into others.
So true Joseph.