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I read literature at University and was fed the English Classics of course, but these days, after many decades of living I really only want to read poems that speak to the contemporary human condition or give me a deeper understanding of myself. This is one such poem from David. I love the way he asks if allowing ourselves a moment's joy would actually kill us!! And I have seen in operation that moment when a breakthrough is made and as the stiff-hinged door begins to finally open, the person panics and slams it shut again. But verses 5 and 6 are most significant for me : the legacy of childhood; the the body's hesitation to undo everything others seemed to want to make us learn. But I have overcome the hesitation and undone everything possible over the past three decades. Therein lies freedom and the unimaginable joy of coming home. What a friend calls reading from your own book. David got it so right in this poem.

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Goodness David,

Either you or I or maybe both must be in some form of cahoots the Mystery in order to deliver this just when most needed! Thank you.

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Love the ‘blessed undoing’ Thank you David.

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So very beautiful, thank you. I need to learn some new adjectives to be able to more fully express the impact these words have on me x

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Touches my soul. Thank you, David Whyte.

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Exquisitely, familiar…

Thank you so much for blessing my Sunday morning! It feels as though I’ve already been to church and back…

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Truth is universal now isn’t it, so simple yet seemingly elusive. Wonderfully expressed!

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The velvet sledgehammer strikes again.

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I don't have resistance. Life circumstance and current state of the world, renders my dismay...and watching humans turn on one a other..

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Gorgeous and so true. I woke this morning claiming my inner joy. 💫✨🌟💖

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Beautiful 💙

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David, as I read this it made me think of John O’Donahue, I felt him in these words. A double impactful piece. Thank you

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Such a familiar space,hiding in the shadows, yet always felt

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