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Poetry Friday: Just Beyond Yourself by David Whyte

Just beyond
yourself.

It’s where
you need
to be.

Half a step
into
self-forgetting
and the rest
restored
by what
you’ll meet.

There is a road
always beckoning.

When you see
the two sides
of it
closing together
at that far horizon
and deep in
the foundations
of your own
heart
at exactly
the same
time,
that’s how
you know
it’s the road
you
have
to follow.

That’s how
you know
it’s where
you
have
to go.

That’s how
you know
you have
to go.

That’s
how you know.

Just beyond
yourself,
it’s
where you
need to be.

- Just Beyond Yourself by David Whyte

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Poetry Friday: Sweet Darkness by David Whyte

You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

- selected lines from Sweet Darkness by David Whyte

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Poetry Friday: Everything Is Waiting for You by David Whyte

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the
conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

- Everything Is Waiting for You by David Whyte

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Poetry Friday: Didn't You Ever Search For Another Star? by Alfred Starr Hamilton

Who are you? Weren't you their prisoner in the sedge dark?
Where has been your search for freedom?
Will you count the trees again in these dense woods
Wherever you have been tonight?
Will you look backwards where you have been?
And tell me whoever you are.
What have been your escapes?
Nevertheless freedom is as ever an intense girl angel
That speaks to me one in the inane wilderness
Where has been your phantasmagoria?
Are the dark trees at war with the darklike trees?
Where has been your light
Where has been your swordy well,
Where has been your darklike table?
Did you ever search for another star?

- Part III of Didn't You Ever Search For Another Star? by Alfred Starr Hamilton

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Poetry Friday: Dear Happy by Gabrielle Aplin

Dear happy, don't go
Not there but I'm close
I just always thought I'd never win
Dear happy, you see
It's not easy for me
But I know that I'm close

I'm somebody with a recovering heart
You've waited there for me
Keep waiting there for me

- selected lyrics from Dear Happy by Gabrielle Aplin

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Poetry Friday: The universe is full of magical things by Eden Phillpotts

In the marshes the buckbean has lifted its feathery mist of flower spikes above the bed of trefoil leaves. The fimbriated flowers are a miracle of workmanship and every blossom exhibits an exquisite disorder of ragged petals finer than lace. But one needs a lens to judge of their beauty: it lies hidden from the power of our eyes, and menyanthes must have bloomed and passed a million times before there came any to perceive and salute her loveliness. The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

- excerpt from A Shadow Passes by Eden Phillpotts

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