Inside - David Whyte

[Lawrence Robinson]

Inside

Inside this sitting here:

This mind pulling knees up
	close to the chest
	with tense hands.

Inside this
	movement of anxiety for the body
	and its worries of money and love
	and its teeth grinning falsely 
	to the solution of all things surrounding

Is the seed
	and the hands pressing down into soil
	and the dreams of generation
	in the seed about to wake.

Tonight I will sleep with my worries
	through dreams of dark soil
	and the heaving cataclysm of the spade

Turning earth round me
	not speaking of air
	or light fused with greenness
	but of Darkness
	and the first leaves

Like hands in prayer
	clasped inside the seeds.

	- David Whyte
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