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 womb
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.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Sacred Life Sunday: Sweet Darkness
Today for Sacred Sunday, I wanted to share a poem called "Sweet Darkness" from my favorite poet, David Whyte:
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"...anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you."
Brilliant.
Oh, it is, Kelly. I love David Whyte's work. I am so glad you enjoyed this. Sacred Sunday Symphonies of Silence, O :)
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