The Winter of Listening

What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.

What disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.

What we hate
in ourselves
is what we cannot know
in ourselves but
what is true to the pattern
does not need
to be explained.

Inside everyone
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.

THE WINTER OF LISTENING, (excerpt) by David Whyte

Photo Credits: Blanketed Chamisa by Susan J. Preston, Arroyo in Santa Fe, NM © 2020, all rights reserved
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