The House of Belonging

I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that

thinking for
a moment
it was one
like any other.

the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
I thought

it must have been the quiet
that filled my room,

it must have been
the first
easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,

it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.

I thought
this is the good day
you could
meet your love,

this is the black day
someone close
to you could die.

This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the next

and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,

the tawny
close grained cedar
burning round
me like fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.

This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.

This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.

There is no house
like the house of belonging.

~~ David Whyte ~~

9 responses to “The House of Belonging

  1. “O Thou mysterious One, lying asleep
    Within the lonely chamber of my soul!
    Thou art my life’s true goal,
    Thine is the only altar that I keep.
    Rapt in contemplation of thy repose,
    I see in thy still face that Mystic Rose
    Whose perfume is my soul’s imaginings,
    And Beauty at whose awesomeness I weep
    With over-plenitude of ecstasy.
    Thy slumber is the great world-mystery–
    The paradigm of all the latent things
    That in their destined hour Time magnifies:
    Its emblems are the intimate hush that lies
    Over the moonlit lake;
    The wonder and ache
    Of unborn love that trembles in its sleep;
    The hope that thrills the heavy earth
    With presage of becoming, and vast birth;
    The secret of the caverns of the deep.”
    Elsa Barker

  2. Another fine one by Elsa:


    BEHIND the orient darkness of thine eyes,
    The eyes of God interrogate my soul
    With whelming love. The luminous waves that roll
    Over thy body are His dream. It lies
    On thee as the moon-glamour on the skies;
    And all around—the yearning aureole
    Of His effulgent being—broods the whole
    Rapt universe, that our love magnifies.

    O thou, through whom for me Infinity
    Is manifest! Bitter and salt, thy tears
    Are the heart-water of the passionate spheres,
    With all their pain. I drink them thirstily!
    While in thy smile is realized for me
    The flaming joys of archangelic years.”

    Elsa Barker

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