David Whyte, “Easter Morning in Wales”

  A garden inside me, unknown, secret, neglected for years, the layers of its soil deep and thick. Trees in the corners with branching arms and the tangled briars like broken nets. Sunrise… Continue reading →

David Whyte, “The Lightest Touch”

David Whyte is quickly becoming one of my favorite poets … i have loved nearly every poem of his that i’ve read!  Here’s one i read today: Good poetry begins with the lightest… Continue reading →

David Whyte, “Waking”

get up from your bed, go out from your house, follow the path you know so well, so well that you now see nothing and hear nothing unless something can cry loudly to… Continue reading →