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David Whyte's avatar

The wordless thankfulness beneath all the words that make this a 'Blessing is actually a deeply radical form of silent attention. Out of that silence, we feel thankfulness as just the simple physical experience of being completely and utterly here and completely and utterly being seen. In this place, like being with a person whom we love and who loves us in return, nothing else needs to happen, only what does. DW

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Virgin Monk Boy's avatar

Light doesn’t ask for thanks. It just shows up, steady as ever, revealing what we weren’t ready to see until we were cracked open enough to bear it. Not in a sermon, not in a parable. Just a quiet face in the morning, a shape held gently by silence.

Visible invisibility. That’s not a metaphor. That’s the whole mystery doing what it does best—making itself known in the one place we forget to look: right here. In the flicker that shows us not just the world, but that the world is watching back.

This isn’t about being poetic. It’s about being undone in the right direction. Seeing yourself seen and letting that be enough. Not enlightenment. Just presence. Just breath.

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Jo's avatar

Just so moving David and a message I really needed today, to always always turn toward the light….

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Bonnie Ryan-Fisher's avatar

One of so many David Whyte poems that find me adding "Amen!". Thank you.

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Taom MacDougall's avatar

LOVE THE SHORT FI;M FROM A FEW YEARS BACK...

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