Sunday, December 22, 2013

Another Sunday Rolls Around...

This morning's prompt involved poet David Whyte and writing whatever came to mind after reading his work. There's no accounting for what comes into my mind sometimes.

Coming Home with David Whyte

When my mind is weary from
too much thought,

I go out of doors
and fall in love.

Beyond my doorstep
the green grass woos me,

beckons bare feet to
touch the earth

feel the earth,
and if I should lie down

in a meadow
the grasses whisper the same

love songs that the bees
hum and the sparrows chirp,

a song of longing and satisfaction
of heartbreaking beauty,

of the comings and goings of all
living things, of the dance we all

dance, of the joining of hands
and minds and cells,

and the conversation between beats,
the sharing of secrets that, once known,

 open eyes long closed.


Not What I Thought

There is your path,
and there is my path,
and everywhere everyone

is walking a path unknown to me,
unknown to you,
paths of light, paths of darkness,

stony, steep paths,
paths that run downhill.
We are not all on the same path.

We are not all the same,
but I can shout out when something
I’ve discovered on my path is

too good not to be shared,
and you can call out from yours
over something too awful to face alone.

And so its seems we walk the same path
because we can hear each other calling.
We walk through the same bands of fog

or sunshine. Nonetheless you are on
your path and I am on mine
and everyone else is making a

solitary trek, and only our voices
are blending and joining,
making it seem like we are all one.


J Cosmo Newbery said...

But, none the less, I am grateful when our paths cross. Both thoughtful works. Have a happy Christmas, Pauline.

Brian Miller said...

i am all for those open eyes...and falling in love by going out...nature, i love her...but i love people too and they bring me life as well...

merry christmas pauline...

Tabor said...

Yes, my love affair with mother earth is unending.

Wisewebwoman said...

I love all her moods, lovely to be reminded by this poem.

Seasonal greetings!


Out on the prairie said...

Very nice, I enjoyed the thought. I hope you are having a nice holiday.

Hilary said...

Connected.. and yet not. Lovely thoughts you've shared, Pauline.

Molly said...

These are both lovely but the one that speaks to me most right now is the one about paths and how we can share our joys and our sorrows even though we are each alone on our own path.
I hope you have a beautiful Christmas Pauline!

Friko said...

Both poems speak of ‘joining’;
even when we are solitary, this dance of life, the paths we tread, all follow the route from beginning to end.

There was a poet who said “no man is an island’.

Happy new Year, Pauline, and may there be much poetry in your life.