Everything is connected and waiting for us. We’re connected by many things, these mandalas being one of them. It’s what I create and share with you, and your seeing them creates your connectedness to me, and the plants they’re made of. I’ve recently discovered a poet some of you probably already know – David Whyte – and this poem “Everything is Waiting for You” connected me with people, and things, and the full world around me this morning. It refutes my terminal uniqueness, which is always a good thing. Enjoy.
Everything is Waiting for You
Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the
conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.