Guest guest Posted March 7, 2011 Report Share Posted March 7, 2011 Boy do I want spring this morning To: Panhala <panhala >Sent: Sun, March 6, 2011 10:03:06 PMSubject: [Panhala] The Winter of Listening -- Whyte (Redux) The Winter of Listening No one but me by the fire,my hands burningred in the palms whilethe night wind carrieseverything away outside. All this petty worrywhile the great cloakof the sky grows darkand intenseround every living thing. What is preciousinside us does notcare to be knownby the mindin ways that diminishits presence. What we strive forin perfectionis not what turns usinto the lit angelwe desire, what disturbsand then nourisheshas everythingwe need. What we hatein ourselvesis what we cannot knowin ourselves butwhat is true to the patterndoes not needto be explained. Inside everyoneis a great shout of joywaiting to be born. Even with the summerso far offI feel it grown in menow and readyto arrive in the world. All those yearslistening to thosewho hadnothing to say. All those yearsforgettinghow everythinghas its own voiceto makeitself heard. All those yearsforgettinghow easilyyou can belongto everythingsimply by listening. And the slowdifficultyof rememberinghow everythingis born froman oppositeand miraculousotherness.Silence and winterhas led me to thatotherness. So let this winterof listeningbe enoughfor the new lifeI must call my own. ~ Whyte ~ (The House of Belonging) Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/The_Winter_of_Listening.html Web archive of Panhala postings: www.panhala.net/Archive/Index.html To subscribe to Panhala, send a blank email to Panhala-subscribe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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