Poem Of The Day

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, 

everything, 

everything is waiting for you.

—David Whyte