David Whyte: "Sometimes"

Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest

breathing
like the ones
in the old stories

who could cross
a shimmering bed of dry leaves
without a sound,

you come
to a place
where the only task

is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests

conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.

Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and

to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,

questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,

questions
that have patiently
waited for you,

questions
that have no right

to go away.



"Sometimes" by David Whyte, from Everything Is Waiting for You. © Many Rivers Press, 1993.

Image credit: Still from a video clip by an unknown videographer, found at this link (originally color).