Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the
forest
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories
who could
cross
a shimmering bed of dry leaves
without a sound,
you
come
to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with
tiny
but frightening requests
conceived out of nowhere
but in this
place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you are
doing right now,
and
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do
it,
questions
that can make
or unmake
a
life,
questions
that have patiently
waited for
you,
questions
that have no right
to go away.
~ David Whyte
~
(Everything is Waiting for You)
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