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