SOMETIMES
Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories
who could cross
a shimmering bed of dry leaves
without a sound,
you come
to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,
questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,
questions
that have patiently
waited for you,
questions
that have no right
to go away.
~ David Whyte ~

Before He Makes Each One
Before he makes each one
of us, God speaks.
Then, without speaking,
he takes each one
out of the darkness.
And these are the cloudy
words God speaks
before each of us begins:
“You have been sent out
by your senses.
Go to the farthest edge of desire,
and give me clothing:
burn like a great fire
so that the stretched-out shadows
of the things of the world
cover me completely.Let everything happen to you:
beauty and terror.
You must just go–
no feeling is the farthest you can go.
Don’t let yourself be separated from me.
The country called life is close.
By its seriousness,
you will know it.
Give me your hand.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~