David Whyte: Loaves and Fishes

September 4th, 2005 Comments Off

David Whyte
David Whyte writes, lectures and recites stories and poems that helps bring to life the experience and emotion of change. Whyte says that poems help people to rethink their daily habits and assumptions, thus stirring up some creative juices.

When I find some prose that speaks to me, I like to share it. I found this poem of his while surfing the net today. I’d just finished scanning news — reading about New Orleans and Iraq and terrorism and all the other heart warming stuff that is happening in our world. I decided I needed a soul-break, so I moved away from reading news and started surfing poetry. A few moments later this poem pops on to my screen.

Loaves and Fishes

by David Whyte

This is not the age of information.
This is not
the age of information.

Forget the news,
and the radio,
and the blurred screen.

This is the time
of loaves
and fishes.

People are hungry,
and one good word is bread
for a thousand.

Sometime ago, a Buddhist friend of mine gave me a David Whyte book; The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America. I found it a good read, with some interesting ideas and some nice poetry.

Maybe I’ll try and find it and read it again…

David Wagoner: Lost

July 3rd, 2005 Comments Off

Wagoner

David Wagoner
was born in Massillon, Ohio, in 1926.

The poet David Whyte explains that Wagoner’s poem is based on advice given to young Native Americans by their elders should they become lost in the forest. The first line is ‘Stand still,’ and the last; ‘The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you.’ There is a lot of stuff in between these two lines — I am sure you’ll have no trouble working out the meanings. Enjoy.

Lost

by David Wagoner

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

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