The question you’ve refused to ask ~

The question you've refused to ask ~

Turn sideways into the light as they say the old ones did and disappear into the originality of it all. Be impatient with explanations and discipline the mind not to begin questions it cannot answer. Walk the green road above the bay and the low glinting fields toward the evening sun. Let that Atlantic gleam be ahead of you and the gray light of the bay below you, until you catch, down on your left, the break in the wall, for just above in the shadow you’ll find it hidden, a curved arm of rock holding the water close to the mountain, a just-lit surface smoothing a scattering of coins, and in the niche above, notes to the dead and supplications for those who still live. Now you are alone with the transfiguration and ask no healing for your own but look down as if looking through time, as if through a rent veil from the other side of the question you’ve refused to ask, and remember how as a child your arms could rise and your palms turn out to bless the world. ~ David Whyte ~

As Parzival approaching the Grail was left wandering with his question…
May we Rise today into the Light with this Solstice…

Approaching ourselves. Complete. Now.

Time to hear: “What Ails You?”

Before the sword. Beyond the skies. Presence.

“To feel as if …

“To feel as if you belong is one of the great triumphs of human existence. And especially, to sustain the life of belonging, and to invite others into that, has always been acknowledged as one of the great achievements.

But it’s interesting to think that our vulnerabilities, our sense of slight woundedness around not belonging, is actually one of our core competencies. That though the crow is just itself and the stone is just itself and the mountain is just itself, and the cloud, and the sky is just itself, we are the one part of creation that knows what it’s like to live in exile. The ability to turn your face towards home is one of the great human endeavors and the great human stories.

No matter how far you are from yourself, no matter how exiled you feel from your contribution to the rest of the world; as a human being all you have to do is enumerate exactly the way you don’t feel at home in the world, say exactly how you don’t belong, and the moment you’ve uttered the exact dimensionality of your exile, you’re already taking the path back to the way – back to the place – you should be. You’re already on your way home.”

by David Whyte

Happy Solstice, June 2014