Poetry
Playing with words~
Poetry
Playing with words~

Even in company, a sense of imminent aloneness is a quality that can be cultivated. Aloneness does not need a desert, or a broad ocean, or a quiet mountain;
David Whyte’s “Consolations” is something like a poetic thesaurus.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen
To Whyte, a pathless path is a paradox: “we cannot even see it is there, and we do not recognize it.”