Contemplation.

"My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream."
Dylan Thomas

infinite

" I want to fall to sleep with you, 
and I could care less 
whether it is in 
layers upon layers 
of clothing 
or only our skin -
all I really want is to wake up
not knowing
where I end and you begin."
Beau Taplin

Lovers

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving.”
- Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets -

changing times

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,

and how you gave me everything you had

and how I offered you what was left of me.

So that one day you realized.

So that one day you realized, that what you wanted
had actually already happened, and long ago,
and in the dwelling place in which you lived before you began, 
and that every step along the way, you had carried
the heart and the mind and the promise, 
that first set you off and then drew you on, and that, 
you were more marvelous in your simple wish to find a way 
than the gilded roofs of any destination you could reach...
...
Excerpt from ‘Santiago’
From PILGRIM: Poems by David Whyte
©2012 David Whyte

Only She.

She who remained in the distant depths of my memory, in the twilight of my being
a shadow from the past so fleeting and distant, like a song unsung
has found her way back to me, drawing nearer warming me as she closes, 
the lightness of her being here with me brings a spring to my step
a smile, the forgotten song touches my lips, the murmur of a stream as it skips along
I immerse myself with an abandon my love growing with each moment,
that past has made her cautious yet she steps lightly onward
oh how I wish that she too will love as I do.

Twice Blessed

So that I stopped there 

and looked into the waters

seeing not only

my reflected face

but the great sky

that framed my lonely figureSo that I stopped there 
and looked into the waters
seeing not only
my reflected face
but the great sky
that framed my lonely figure
and after a moment
I lifted my hands
and then my eyes
and I allowed myself
to be
astonished
by the great everywhere
calling to me
like an old,
invisible and unspoken
invitation,
like something
in one moment
both calling to me
and radiating
from where I stood,
as if I could encompass
everything I had been given
and everything ever
taken from me 
as if I could be
everything I have learned 
and everything
I could ever know,
as if I knew
in that moment
both the way I had come
and, secretly,
the way
I was still promised to go,
brought together,
like this,
with the unyielding ground
and the symmetry
of the moving sky,
caught in still waters,

Someone I have been,
and someone
I am just, 
about to become,
something I am
and will be forever,
the sheer generosity
of being loved
through loving:
the miracle reflection
of a twice blessed life.
© David Whyte: from 
Work in Progress

and after a moment

I lifted my hands

and then my eyes

and I allowed myself

to be

astonished

by the great everywhere

calling to me

like an old,

invisible and unspoken

invitation,

like something

in one moment

both calling to me

and radiating

from where I stood,

as if I could encompass

everything I had been given

and everything ever

taken from me 

as if I could be

everything I have learned 

and everything

I could ever know,

as if I knew

in that moment

both the way I had come

and, secretly,

the way

I was still promised to go,

brought together,

like this,

with the unyielding ground

and the symmetry

of the moving sky,

caught in still waters,

Someone I have been,

and someone

I am just, 

about to become,

something I am

and will be forever,

the sheer generosity

of being loved

through loving:

the miracle reflection

of a twice blessed life.

© David Whyte: from 

Work in Progress

“In this part of the story I am the one who

dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,

because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.” 

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

Matilde Urrutia and Pablo Neruda