The wonderful David Whyte merging wisdom and poetry, this is what's inspiring me at the moment

An Inspiring talk on the courage it takes to really be with the journey of life. With his signature charm and searching insight, David Whyte meditates on the frontiers of the past, present and future, sharing two poems inspired by his niece's hike along El Camino de Santiago de Compostela in Spain.

Below are the poems he recites in this beautiful talk


The road in the end taking the path the sun had taken,
 into the western sea, and the moon rising behind you
 as you stood where ground turned to ocean: no way
 to your future now but the way your shadow could take,
 walking before you across water, going where shadows go,
 no way to make sense of a world that wouldn't let you pass
 except to call an end to the way you had come,
 to take out each frayed letter you had brought
 and light their illumined corners; and to read
 them as they drifted on the western light;
 to empty your bags; to sort this and to leave that;
 to promise what you needed to promise all along,
 and to abandon the shoes that had brought you here
 right at the water's edge, not because you had given up
 but because now, you would find a different way to tread,
 and because, through it all, part of you would still walk on,
 no matter how, over the waves.


The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
hiding then revealing the way you should take,
the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
when you thought you would fall - and the way forward
always in the end, the way that you came, the way
that you followed, that carried you into your future, 
that brought you to this place, no matter that
it sometimes had to take your promise from you,
no matter that it always had to break your heart
along the way: the sense of having walked
from far inside yourself out into the revelation,
to have risked yourself for something that seemed
to stand both inside you and far beyond you,
that called you back in the end to the only road
you could follow, walking as you did, in your rags of love...

Excerpt from “Santiago”
From Pilgrim: Poems by David Whyte
©2012 David Whyte