Everything Is Waiting for You

In the time since I last wrote, life has been easy and hard with the usual twists and turns. But mostly, it’s been life, my life. Embracing my hopes and dreams, I am finding my way through a sea of goals, pausing to celebrate each island of achievement as I go.

In gratitude, I pass this poem on to you as a friend passed it me. May it also touch your soul.

EVERYTHING IS WAITING FOR YOU

                 by David Whyte

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.