WHAT I MUST TELL MYSELF I know this house, and this horizon, and this world I have made. I know this silence and the particular treasures and terrors of the way I try to belong to my work, my loved ones and my life. But I cannot know the world to which I am going. I have only this breath and this presence for my wings and they carry me in my body whatever I do from one hushed moment to another. I know my innocence and against all sense, I know something of my unknowing, and strangely I … Continue reading
What I Must Tell Myself ~ David Whyte
