Alice

Alice

Sunday, August 19, 2012

INTIMACY and WAKING UP TO THE LIGHT WITHIN


photo credit
Elinor Scott-Sutter


THE LIGHTEST TOUCH

 Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, 
a breeze arriving from nowhere, 
a whispered healing arrival, 
a word in your ear, 
a settling into things, then, like a hand in the dark, 
it arrests the whole body, steeling you for revelation. 

In the silence that follows a great line, 
you can feel Lazarus, 
deep inside even the laziest,
 most deathly afraid part of you,
 lift up his hands and walk toward the light.

Whyte, David (2007-01-01). River Flow: New & Selected Poems (p. 136). Many Rivers Press. Kindle Edition.

Sweet Alice,
David Whyte is a recent discovery of mine. Read poetry Alice. Like he says in the one line:

"In the silence that follows a great line,
you can feel Lazarus,
deep inside even the laziest,
most deathly afraid part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.

There are poems that speak to intimacy with "the lightest touch",
and there seems to me to be a great mystery about intimacy which wakes us up to the light that lives inside of us. In fact, maybe that experience of intimacy is the "Light" which lives in us.

Maybe I have said this already to you earlier but it is worth saying again,
"Read poetry Alice!"

Love,
Grampa


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