Friday, April 10, 2015

Everything is waiting for you... by David Whyte


EVERYTHING IS WAITING FOR YOU



Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life 
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions.  
To feel abandoned is to deny 
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,  
even you, at times, have felt the grand array; 
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding 
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you, 
or the window latch grants you freedom. 
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.  
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there 
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone 
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into 
the conversation. The kettle is singing 
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and 
seen the good in you at last. All the birds 
and creatures of the world are unutterably  
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.



Everything is Waiting for You
From RIVER FLOW: New and Selected Poems

and from EVERYTHING IS WAITING FOR YOU
Poems by David Whyte
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press

Photo © David Whyte 
White Garden Door. Arnecliffe, Yorkshire

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Keepers of my tomorrow... by Sheena Sahni Vora

Here's one of mine... a poem that i wrote for the Save Aarey movement.
And yes it touched my heart, coz it came straight from my heart! :)

Aarey Milk Colony... truly the last green lung of Mumbai (India) is under threat 
of being destroyed to make place for a concrete jungle that includes murdering 
2298 trees to make way for a Metro yard. Brings to mind the famous song 
Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell (later covered by Counting Crows).  


Friday, March 14, 2014

Doggie Poem... by Anon



I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said " it's me."


You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me...