The last part of this poem is my favorite! š¤
Everything is Waiting for You.
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,Ā or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of thingsĀ to come, the doors have always been there to frighten you and invite you, and the tiny speaker in the phoneĀ 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 potsĀ 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.
-David Whyte
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