Everything Is Waiting For You – February 11 2020

Everything Is Waiting For You – February 11 2020

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.

by David Whyte, Everything Is Waiting For You

In an interview with Krista Tippet, On Being, the ‘poet philosopher’ David Whyte says, Poetry is language against which you have no defences.”

This poem is that for me. But then I’m always looking for a reason and a way not to listen to the voices of ‘alone’ in my head, so that I might hear the insistence of the universe for me to ‘Wake up! Notice!’

Today I will get present to something—to the grey of the sky, the splash of rain, the sad eyes of the grocery store clerk—and notice for myself if there might be poetry in it. If it might be evidence of the existence of the Divine.

Our Last Night in the downtown Studio, DTPC, LA CA