Empty Rug - Poem

Empty Rug

The chips, the crumbs

the scars perfection

they fall upon

your carpet precious

They sink so deep

inside your being

until it makes you do

the painful beating

and now you stand

with mop, policing

You speak of love

and trivialities of life

yet burden mind

with smallest pieces

Enjoy the love

with those who visit still

your empty rug

complete with dirt

and maybe then

you’ll love it too

that dirty rug

surrounded by a few

From David Whyte's Poem - What to Remember When Waking
"...What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.

To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance..."

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