I think this is the first time I have smiled while reading a David Whyte poem. I recently read, and alas I cannot remember where, that our souls are actually adventurous. I love that description. Whyte's poem reminds me that healing can be found in being courageous. We are being led into wholeness. Last night I heard the words, "Honor the body." The body, while one day will be shed, for now is our temple and our vehicle. Let us tend to them with care.
has gone ahead
and is looking back,
calling me on.
My courageous life
has seen everything
I have been
and everything
I have not
and has
forgiven me,
day after day.
My courageous life
still wants
my company:
wants me to
understand
my life as witness
and thus
bequeath me
the way ahead.
My courageous life
has the patience
to keep teaching me,
how to invent
my own
disappearance,
and how
once gone,
to reappear again.
My courageous life
wants to stop
being ahead of me
so that it can lie
down and rest
deep inside the body
it has been
calling on.
My courageous life
wants to be
my foundation,
showing me
day after day
even against my will
how to undo myself,
how to surpass myself,
how to laugh as I go
in the face
of danger,
how to invite
the right kind
of perilous
love,
how to find
a way
to die
of generosity.
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image: Redwood City, 2022
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