i will be
H O M E
Your past life sits in storage
while your future waits on hold.
Because right now
you are Here For Now.
You may be a Caregiver,
a Jobseeker, an In-Betweener,
a Path Changer,or a Newcomer.
At times you may
have felt let-down,
unsettled, or separated.
Yet through it all,
you managed to keep
your chin up and
your heart open.
Home means something different
to anyone who ever says it.
Home is the gentle hearth of
inclusivity, welcoming those
of varying paths and all who’ve
felt pushed aside. Home is the
familiar sounds of reception,
beckoning us to come in from
the outdoor air of indifference
and relax our anxious mind.
Home is the soothing aroma
of simple kindnesses
wafting through each room,
inviting us to sit down and
share our stories of lives honestly
lived without any fear of being judged.
Home is a warm covering of acceptance
wrapped securely around our bodies,
reminding us we truly fit in;
that each one is an integral part
of the human family and
this Earth is our shared abode.
Home is a way of being.
It can ride along whenever
you journey and will settle in
wherever you take it.
Home is what you make it.
And because you made
your home a kind and
honest space to share
with others all around,
may you find a gentle
place to rest your head
and calm your soul.
What falls out of me naturally?
What kind of woman lives at my core?
What music arrives with me as I enter a room?
What is the highest desire I want most?
What am I willing to do to get what I want?
What makes me feel delicious?
What particular things spark my joy switch?
What do my hands itch to touch, feel, carry forward?
What music jazzes me, dazzles me, rattles me, discovers me, uncovers me?
What joy drives me, stops me in my tracks, floods me, starves me into leaving my comfort zone?
What is my greatest desire?
My ecstatic pleasure?
My most sensual movement?
My highest form of worship?
THE OPENING OF EYES
That day I saw beneath dark clouds,
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out,
I knew then, as I had before,
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing,
speaking out loud in the clear air.
It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.
The Opening of Eyes
From RIVER FLOW
New and Selected Poems
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press