The Old Wild Place

The Old Wild Place, by David Whyte

After the good earth

where the body knows itself to be real

and the mad flight

where it gives itself to the world,

we give ourselves to the rhythm of love

leaving the breath

to know its way home.

And after the first pure fall,

the last letting go, and the calm

breath where we go to rest,

we’ll return again to find it

and feel again the body welcomed,

the body held,

the strong arms of the world,

the water, the waking at dawn

and the thankful, almost forgotten,

curling to sleep with the dark.

The old wild place beyond all shame.

–From Fire in the Earth


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