THE BELL AND THE BLACKBIRD
BOOKS BY DAVID WHYTE
POETRY
Songs for Coming Home
Where Many Rivers Meet
Fire in the Earth
The House of Belonging
Everything is Waiting for You
River Flow: New & Selected Poems
Pilgrim
The Sea in You:
Twenty Poems of Requited and Unrequited Love
PROSE
The Heart Aroused:
Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America
Crossing the Unknown Sea:
Work as a Pilgrimage of Identity
The Three Marriages:
Reimagining Work, Self and Relationship
Consolations:
The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words
THE BELL
and
THE BLACKBIRD
Poems by DAVID WHYTE
MANY RIVERS PRESS
LANGLEY, WASHINGTON
Many Rivers Press
PO Box 868
Langley, WA 98260
USA
Copyright 2018 David Whyte
All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be produced in any form without permission.
ISBN 978-1-932887-47-1
Library of Congress Control Number 2018939048
1st Printing: 2018
FOR
GAYLE KAREN KHO YOUNG WHYTE WITH LOVE
CONTENTS
[ I ]
COME WITH ME NOW
LOUGH INAGH
Come with me now,
along the
Western Way,
into deepest
Connemara,
through the valley
of the shadow,
not of death,
but of
the unconquerable
kingdom of life
we call Lough Inagh.
O love.
There is a door
beneath everything
youll walk right by
if you dont stop to look
with that troubled heart
and a loving eye.
Come with me now
under the clouds
and skies
that sail each day
from the ocean,
under the stone-light
of the mist-wreathed
tops, through
all the streams
of falling water
and all the shadowed
mountains
weve given the name
of Connemara.
O love.
There is a door
beneath everything
well walk right by
if we dont stop to look
with our troubled hearts
and a loving eye.
Come with me now,
along the
beckoning path,
silvered in mist
toward
the glimmering lake,
bring every grief
you have not said
and every tear
you have not shed
and every
sorrow youve
carried alone.
There is a door
beneath everything
well walk right by
if we dont stop to look
with our troubled hearts
and a loving eye.
Well arrive
in the song light
of evening
at the house
that stands
by the water,
watching
the wild geese
returning
all the length
of the shadowed lake.
There is a door
beneath everything
well walk right by
if we dont stop to look
with our troubled hearts
and a loving eye.
Come with me now,
on the path
that leads
to a tender
understanding,
walk beside me
on the beckoning way,
let the sun
and its rays
fall over your
shoulder
and the lake
respond
in kind,
filling your face
with reflected
light.
O love.
There is a door
beneath everything
well walk right by
if we dont stop to look
with our troubled hearts
and a loving eye.
Well arrive
in the song light
of evening
at the house of light
that stands by the lake
to find the welcome
weve always wanted,
and the way weve wanted
to follow to find it,
and beyond everything,
the faces we never
believed wed find
in the end.
O love.
There is a door
beneath everything
well walk right by
if we dont stop to look
with our troubled hearts
and a loving eye.
Come with me now,
along the
Western Way,
into deepest
Connemara,
through the valley
of the shadow,
not of death,
but of
the unconquerable
kingdom of life,
we call Lough Inagh.
[ II ]
JUST BEYOND YOURSELF
JUST BEYOND YOURSELF
Just beyond
yourself.
Its where
you need
to be.
Half a step
into
self-forgetting
and the rest
restored
by what
youll meet.
There is a road
always beckoning.
When you see
the two sides
of it
closing together
at that far horizon
and deep in
the foundations
of your own
heart
at exactly
the same
time,
thats how
you know
its the road
you
have
to follow.
Thats how
you know
its where
you
have
to go.
Thats how
you know
you have
to go.
Thats
how you know.
Just beyond
yourself,
its
where you
need to be.
THE BELL AND THE BLACKBIRD
The sound
of a bell
still reverberating,
or a blackbird
calling
from a corner
of the
field.
Asking you
to wake
into this life
or inviting you
deeper
to one that waits.
Either way
takes courage,
either way wants you
to be nothing
but that self that
is no self at all,
wants you to walk
to the place
where you find
you already know
how to give
every last thing
away.
The approach
that is also
the meeting
itself,
without any
meeting
at all.
That radiance
you have always
carried with you
as you walk
both alone
and completely
accompanied
in friendship
by every corner
of the world
crying
Allelujah.
TWICE BLESSED
So that I stopped
there
and looked
into the waters
seeing not only
my reflected face
but the great sky
that framed
my lonely figure
and after a moment
I lifted my hands
and then my eyes
and I allowed myself
to be astonished
by the great
everywhere
calling to me
like an old
and unspoken
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