Have you heard of the poet, David Whyte? Some poets write things that muddy the mind, but David's poems illuminate the soul. I recommend his beautiful poems to you and hope that you will enjoy them and use them for your own enlightenment.
I can't decide on a favorite. They are all like gems, glittering in the dark, each filled with its own living light. He must have an amazing soul. Here is a link to samples of his poetry:
THE LIGHTEST TOUCH
Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
-- David Whyte
from Everything is Waiting for You
©2003 Many Rivers Press
This poem moved me deeply as well. I felt the poem knocking at the door of a part of me that seldom receives visitors. Here is a poem, alive and breathing, pushing past our poised facades, and asking to see, instead, the vulnerable, real, hidden part of being human. By wanting to know, David Whyte seems to invite us to be open to an authentic connection and conversation. Isn't that a more satisfying and fulfilling way to relate to ourselves and others?
SELF PORTRAIT
It doesn't interest me if there is one God
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
abandoned.
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living
falling toward
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even
the gods speak of God.
-- David Whyte
from Fire in the Earth