by David Whyte
So that I stopped there and looked into the waters seeing not only my reflected face but the great sky that framed my lonely figure and after a moment I lifted my hands and then my eyes and I allowed myself to be astonished by the great everywhere calling to me like an old and unspoken invitation, made new by the sun and the spring, and the cloud and the light, like something both calling to me and radiating from where I stood, as if I could understand everything I had been given and everything ever taken from me, as if I could be everything I have ever learned and everything I could ever know, as if I knew both the way I had come and, secretly, the way underneath I was still promised to go, brought together, like this, with the unyielding ground and the symmetry of the moving sky, caught in still waters. Someone I have been, and someone I am just, about to become, something I am and will be forever, the sheer generosity of being loved through loving: the miracle reflection of a twice blessed life.
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