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soracities · 2 years
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David Whyte in conversation with Krista Tippett, On Being [transcript in ALT]
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ihopeucomehomesoon · 1 year
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dk-thrive · 1 year
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anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you
When your eyes are tired the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone, no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your home tonight.
The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.
You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn
anything or anyone that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
—  David Whyte, from “Sweet Darkness” from The House of Belonging (Many Rivers Press, December 1, 1997)
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Saul Leiter
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What is precious inside us does not care to be known by the mind in ways that diminish its presence.
~ David Whyte
[alive on all channels]
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havingapoemwithyou · 9 months
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the truelove by David Whyte
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innervoiceartblog · 9 months
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NOT TAKEN
…But you never turned to cross, and you never found a bridge, and you never took that other way, and you stayed on this path to the end, recalling the other way you did not take as you would a close and loving friend who had left you not to leave you but simply to go on with their life, so that you carried their memory through the years that passed as you would a beautiful and worthwhile burden, growing with them as they grew, walking with them as they walked, until one day it was just as if that someone you had come to love at a distance, and that someone who had walked with you always on the other side of the stream, had passed away, but in your mind you were still speaking to them and still walking with them and still carrying them onward, but now just a short way to a place you would lay them down, under the trees, and in a way in which memory and every day presence stop living in separate worlds, and the calm, death-still image of every disappearance, renews itself in some extraordinary beginning again, and you realize, sitting by their side, saying goodbye, that you took no separate path at all, neither this nor that, neither the one you loved nor the one you did not want, that you had after all, always held them generously together by not choosing this side of existence or the other. You were in the end, never just looking on, but always the river moving between and the song of the water, holding the flowing of ways together.
~ Excerpt from “NOT TAKEN” From Pilgrim: Poems by David Whyte: (Special Edition) ©2013 David Whyte
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salonduthe · 7 months
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David Whyte, Everything is Waiting for You
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ancestorsalive · 6 months
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Blessing for Unrequited Love
A blessing for the way you will not know me...
“A blessing on the eyes that do not see me as I wish. A blessing to the ears that can never hear the far inward footfall of my own shy heart. Blessings to the life in you that will live without me, to the open door that now and forever takes you away from me, blessings to the path that you follow alone and blessings to the path that awaits you, joining with another.
A blessing for the way you will not know me in the years to come, and with it, a blind outstretched blessing of my hands on anything or anyone that cannot ever come to know me fully as I am, and therefore, a blessing even, for the way I will never fully know myself, above all, the deepest, kindest wishes of my own hidden and untrammeled heart for what you had to hide from me in you.
Let me be generous enough and large enough and brave enough to say goodbye to you without understanding, to let you go into your own understanding, may you always be in the sweet central, hidden shadow of my memory without needing to know who you were when you first came, who you were when you stayed and who you will become in your freedom now that you have passed through my life and gone.”
~ David Whyte
Artwork: Forever Love by Raine © Inner Voice Art
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martiove · 7 months
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W uczuciach, w rodzicielstwie, w pracy - ilekroć jesteśmy oddani i głęboko zaangażowani, czeka nas ból, frustracja, smutek. I to nie jest nic złego. To oznaka szczerości i oddania sprawie.
David Whyte
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entheognosis · 2 years
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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.
David Whyte
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soracities · 2 years
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David Whyte, on the death of his friend John O’Donohue, in conversation with Krista Tippett, On Being [transcript in ALT]
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kamala-laxman · 8 months
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Gratitude is not a passive response to something we have been given, gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without and beside us. David Whyte
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dk-thrive · 14 days
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Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless side of love and affection …of being human, of being on the journey from here to there, and of coming to care deeply for what we find along the way.
—David Whyte, Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words (Many River Press, 2015 (via Alive on All Channels)
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵
Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in your ear, a settling into things, then like a hand in the dark it arrests your whole body, steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows a great line you can feel Lazarus deep inside even the laziest, most deathly afraid part of you, lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
- David Whyte -
(Echoes of Panhala)
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meusgrifos · 18 days
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Acima das montanhas os gansos voam para a luz de novo Pintando suas silhuetas negras num céu aberto. Às vezes tudo tem de ser inscrito pelo firmamento para que você encontre a única frase já escrita dentro de você. Às vezes é preciso um grande céu para encontrar aquele primeiro, brilhante e indescritível naco de liberdade no seu próprio coração. Às vezes com os ossos dos galhos incinerados que sobraram quando o fogo se apagou alguém escreveu algo novo nas cinzas da sua vida. Você não está partindo. Mesmo que a luz se apague rapidamente agora, você está chegando.
— "A Jornada" [The Journey], de David Whyte. Tradução da casa.
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innervoiceartblog · 1 month
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THE EDGE YOU CARRY WITH YOU
What is this beguiling reluctance to be happy?
This quickness in turning away the moment you might arrive?
The felt sense, that a moment's unguarded joy might after all, just kill you?
You know so very well the edge of darkness you have always carried with you.
You know so very well, your childhood legacy: that particular, inherited sense of hurt, given to you so freely by the world you entered.
And you know too well by now the body's hesitation at the invitation to undo everything others seemed to want to make you learn.
But your edge of darkness has always made its own definition secretly as an edge of light
and the door you closed might, by its very nature be one just waiting to be leant against and opened.
And happiness might just be a single step away, on the other side of that next unhelpful and undeserving thought.
Your way home, understood now, not as an achievement, but as a giving up, a blessed undoing, an arrival in the body and a full rest in the give and take of the breath.
This living breathing body always waiting to greet you at the door, always no matter the long years you've been away, still wanting you to come home.
-- David Whyte, from Still Possible
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