Everything Is Waiting for You

Everything Is Waiting for You David Whyte (1955- ) 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 is waiting for you. 一切事物都在等著你 你最大的錯誤就是在演戲， 就像你在唱獨角戲一樣。彷彿生命 是一種漸進而狡猾的犯罪行為， 而你視而不見那微小的隱藏 越界。當你感到被拋棄時，就是否認 你周圍環境的親密程度。一定是的， 就連你，有時，也感受到了那陣陣的浩大； 膨大的存在、大家合唱、擁擠， 而你只發出你的獨奏聲音。你一定要留意， 小小肥皂盒，能使你實現願望， 或者，窗鎖也可以給你自由。 警覺性是熟悉的隱藏紀律。 樓梯是你未來事物的導師。 門一直在那裡， 可嚇唬你，也可邀請你， 手機裡的小聲音器， 是你通往神性的夢想之梯。 放下孤獨的重擔，你可輕鬆參與 對話。即使當你倒出飲料時，水壺都在唱歌， 烹飪鍋也沒有他們的傲慢冷漠， 終於，你也看到它們的好。所有的鳥兒， 和世上的生物，都是不可言說的在做 他們自己。一切事物都在等著你。 David Whyte (born 2 November 1955) is an Anglo-Irish poet. He has said that all of his poetry and philosophy are based on “the conversational nature of reality” His book The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America (1994) topped the best-seller charts in the United States. Whyte moved to the United States in 1981 and began a career as a poet and speaker in 1986. From 1987, he began taking his poetry and philosophy to larger audiences, including consulting and lecturing on organizational leadership models in the US and UK exploring the role of creativity in business. Whyte has written ten volumes of poetry and four books of prose. He describes his collection “Everything Is Waiting For You” (2003) as arising from the grief at the loss of his mother. Few things limit us more profoundly than our own beliefs about what we deserve, and few things liberate us more powerfully than daring to broaden our focus of possibility and self-permission for happiness. The stories we tell ourselves about what we are worthy or unworthy of--from the small luxuries of naps and watermelon to the grandest luxury of a passionate creative calling or a large and possible love--are the stories that shape our lives. The more vulnerable-making the endeavor, the more reflexive the limitation and the more redemptive the liberation. That difficult, delicate, triumphal pivot from self-limitation to self-liberation in the most vulnerable-making of human undertakings—love--is what poet and philosopher David Whyte maps out in his stunning poem “The Truelove.” The Truelove David Whyte There is a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours, especially if you have waited years and especially if part of you never believed you could deserve this loved and beckoning hand held out to you this way. I am thinking of faith now and the testaments of loneliness and what we feel we are worthy of in this world. Years ago in the Hebrides, I remember an old man who walked every morning on the grey stones to the shore of baying seals, who would press his hat to his chest in the blustering salt wind and say his prayer to the turbulent Jesus hidden in the water, and I think of the story of the storm and everyone waking and seeing the distant yet familiar figure far across the water calling to them and how we are all preparing for that abrupt waking, and that calling, and that moment we have to say yes, except it will not come so grandly so Biblically but more subtly and intimately in the face of the one you know you have to love so that when we finally step out of the boat toward them, we find everything holds us, and everything confirms our courage, and if you wanted to drown you could, but you don’t because finally after all this struggle and all these years you simply don’t want to any more you’ve simply had enough of drowning and you want to live and you want to love and you will walk across any territory and any darkness however fluid and however dangerous to take the one hand you know belongs in yours. 真愛 有一種信念，愛得熱烈， 是真正屬於你的人， 特別是如果你 等了很多年，尤其是 如果部分的你從未相信過 你應得的 愛，而以這種方式向你招手。 我現在正在思考信仰 和孤獨的見證 以及我們的感受 值得在這世界上的感受。 多年前，在赫布里底群島， 我記得有一位老人 他每天早上走路 在灰色的石頭旁 到海豹吠叫的海岸， 在狂風中，他會拿他的帽子，放在胸前 說出他的祈禱， 致隱藏在水中狂擾的耶穌。 在風暴中，我想起了這個故事 每個人 醒來時，一定看到 遙遠的 卻又熟悉的神影， 隔著水，遙遠 呼喚他們， 以及我們都是突然醒來， 為此做準備 的那樣的人。 而那個呼喚， 那一刻， 我們必須說，是的，我可以。 除非它沒如此符合聖經， 來得不那麼隆重。 但更微妙的是， 你必須去愛 那親密地呈現在臉上的 你所認識的人。 如此。當 我們終於走出了船 朝向他人，我們發現 一切都在支持著 我們，一切都證實了 我們的勇氣，而且，如果你願意的話 它可以淹死你， 但你不會。 因為，最後 經過所有那些掙扎， 這些年來 你只是不想 再多一點 你已經受夠了 溺水。 如果你想要活下去，並且 想要去愛，你可以 穿越任何領土 和任何黑暗， 雖然不定，雖然危險，你會去牽那 一隻手，因為你知道 那是屬於你的。 Powered by Firstory Hosting