As darkness descended outside last night, the conversation of our men’s gathering deepened in the room. A stillness wrapped itself around the words of those who spoke, hallowing the circle of our sharing.
Reflecting afterward on how we show up with ourselves and each other, one of the men forwarded the link to Krista Tippett’s interview with poet David Whyte from her series On Being. I listened to it this morning. It is a gift to share.
Of the many jewels in the podcast I have selected the poem below for this post. It serves as a reminder to myself and to many with whom I have worked that the darkness in our lives holds the promise of horizons we cannot see and challenges us not to settle for less than we are here to manifest.
When your eyes are tired / the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone / no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark / where the night has eyes / to recognize its own.
There you can be sure / you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb / tonight.
The night will give you a horizon / further than you can see.
You must learn one thing. / The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds / except the one to which you belong.
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.
sacredlead 
Bob, this is an exquisite poem !!! Thank you for posting it!
Glad you like it. When you can make the time to listen, the podcast contains many insights from several of his other poems as well. All the best.