This Chapter

This chapter is closed now
Not one word more
Until we meet some day

and the voices rising
To the window
Take wing and fly

Open the old casement
To the lands we have forgotten
To the mountains and ridgeways
And the steep valleys,
Quilted by green,
Here, as the last words fall away,
the great and silent rivers of life
Are flowing into the oceans
And on a day like any other
they will carry you again,
On the currents you have fought,
to the place
You did not know
You belonged

And just as you came into life
You go out again,

From one unknown
and fall and turn
And appear again in the mountains
Not remembering
How in the beginning
You refused
To join,
Could not even speak of,
Did not even know
You were that deep
Almost forgotten
Of eternal presence.

—-David Whyte

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Posted by | Paul Reynolds
In addition to teaching yoga on the Island of Kauai, Paul is the facilitator of the Living the Question Blog - a repository of wisdom and inspiration. Paul also produces and hosts the weekly Le Guru is You Radio Show, showcasing everyday gurus.

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