This poem
belongs to you
and is already finished,
it was begun
years ago
and I put it away
knowing it would come
into the world
in its own time.
In fact
you have already
read it,
and closing the pages
of the book,
you are now
abandoning the projects
of the day and putting
on your shoes and coat
to take a walk.
It has been long years
since you felt like this.
You have remembered
what we all remember,
when we first begin to write.
--David Whyte
[Photo taken in Florence, Italy]
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