Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
— David Whyte
I love this poem because it reminds us of the incredible dance of life force happening at all times whether we're aware of it or not. I remember the first time I sat for meditation in which the real shift for me occurred. For a long, long time sitting felt like pulling teeth and I wondered if it would ever feel like some semblance of "pleasant". I was doing the normal routine of bringing myself back to my breath over and over again as my thoughts seized me continually. Then there was a moment where my consciousness dropped into something bigger than just myself. I felt held in this benevolent, sublime ocean. A place I can't always access but often am able to return to. I realized that my essential nature underneath all that noise and activity is that huge, calm ocean of total acceptance and love. We are actually never alone and if we begin to really pay attention (in and out of meditation), we will begin to see the evidence of this tremendous comradery between all things.