The road
The last poem David read was "Santiago," which he said was about "the arrival place." There is a lot of reference to "the road." Of course I thought of "the road not taken" (Robert Frost). And Bilbo Baggins' poem, "The Road Goes ever on and on" (from the poem by J.R.R. Tolkien).
When I heard these lines:
Then, perhaps a silly thought when I heard these lines:
The reference to finding "just a simple reflection" of "the face looking back" made me remember Mom telling Dad, "Wherever you go, there you are."
Santiago
The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
hiding then revealing the way you should take,
the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
when you thought you would fall,
and the way forward always in the end
the way that you followed, the way that carried you
into your future, that brought you to this place,
no matter that it sometimes took your promise from you,
no matter that it had to break your heart along the way:
the sense of having walked from far inside yourself
out into the revelation, to have risked yourself
for something that seemed to stand both inside you
and far beyond you, that called you back
to the only road in the end you could follow, walking
as you did, in your rags of love and speaking in the voice
that by night became a prayer for safe arrival,
so that one day you realized that what you wanted
had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place
you had lived in before you began,
and that every step along the way, you had carried
the heart and the mind and the promise
that first set you off and drew you on and that you were
more marvelous in your simple wish to find a way
than the gilded roofs of any destination you could reach:
as if, all along, you had thought the end point might be a city
with golden towers, and cheering crowds,
and turning the corner at what you thought was the end
of the road, you found just a simple reflection,
and a clear revelation beneath the face looking back
and beneath it another invitation, all in one glimpse:
like a person and a place you had sought forever,
like a broad field of freedom that beckoned you beyond;
like another life, and the road still stretching on.
-- David Whyte
from Pilgrim
©2012 Many Rivers Press
When I heard these lines:
so that one day you realized that what you wantedI thought of Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz" and how the good witch told her that, for her whole journey on the yellow brick road, all along she had the means to go home.
had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place
you had lived in before you began,
and that every step along the way, you had carried
the heart and the mind and the promise
that first set you off and drew you on and that you were
more marvelous in your simple wish to find a way
than the gilded roofs of any destination you could reach
Then, perhaps a silly thought when I heard these lines:
and turning the corner at what you thought was the endI thought of the children's song "The Bear Went over the Mountain." "The bear went over the mountain, the bear went over the mountain, the bear went over the mountain, to see what he could see...he saw another mountain, he saw another mountain he saw another mountain, and what do you think he did?...He climbed the other mountain..."
of the road, you found just a simple reflection,
and a clear revelation beneath the face looking back
and beneath it another invitation, all in one glimpse
The reference to finding "just a simple reflection" of "the face looking back" made me remember Mom telling Dad, "Wherever you go, there you are."
Santiago
The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
hiding then revealing the way you should take,
the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
when you thought you would fall,
and the way forward always in the end
the way that you followed, the way that carried you
into your future, that brought you to this place,
no matter that it sometimes took your promise from you,
no matter that it had to break your heart along the way:
the sense of having walked from far inside yourself
out into the revelation, to have risked yourself
for something that seemed to stand both inside you
and far beyond you, that called you back
to the only road in the end you could follow, walking
as you did, in your rags of love and speaking in the voice
that by night became a prayer for safe arrival,
so that one day you realized that what you wanted
had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place
you had lived in before you began,
and that every step along the way, you had carried
the heart and the mind and the promise
that first set you off and drew you on and that you were
more marvelous in your simple wish to find a way
than the gilded roofs of any destination you could reach:
as if, all along, you had thought the end point might be a city
with golden towers, and cheering crowds,
and turning the corner at what you thought was the end
of the road, you found just a simple reflection,
and a clear revelation beneath the face looking back
and beneath it another invitation, all in one glimpse:
like a person and a place you had sought forever,
like a broad field of freedom that beckoned you beyond;
like another life, and the road still stretching on.
-- David Whyte
from Pilgrim
©2012 Many Rivers Press