hold to the truth…

hold

Dark moon today…and this year’s adventure in NaNoLand is winding down.

I’ve crossed the “finish line” of 50,000 words written.

Tomorrow brings a fresh new moon and I will return to my regular writing practice.

I stumbled on this poem a few days ago and have been carrying it around with me.

All the True Vows

by David Whyte

All the true vows
are secret vows
the ones we speak out loud
are the ones we break.

There is only one life
you can call your own
and a thousand others
you can call by any name you want.

Hold to the truth you make
every day with your own body,
don’t turn your face away.

Hold to your own truth
at the center of the image
you were born with.

Those who do not understand
their destiny will never understand
the friends they have made
nor the work they have chosen

nor the one life that waits
beyond all the others.

By the lake in the wood
in the shadows
you can
whisper that truth
to the quiet reflection
you see in the water.

Whatever you hear from
the water, remember,

it wants you to carry
the sound of its truth on your lips.

Remember,
in this place
no one can hear you

and out of the silence
you can make a promise
it will kill you to break,

that way you’ll find
what is real and what is not.

I know what I am saying.
Time almost forsook me
and I looked again.

Seeing my reflection
I broke a promise
and spoke
for the first time
after all these years

in my own voice,

before it was too late
to turn my face again.

“All the True Vows” from The House of Belonging by David Whyte. Copyright © 1997, 2004 by David Whyte.

Also discovered….

A wonderful gathering of Sacred Poetry: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/index.html

I will take some time today to flip back through the posts I’ve made this month and all the words the words the words captured on this month long trek.

It’s been fun to come here to the blog almost every day with some small offering.

Thanks for keeping me company.

go easy ~p

 

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