Free to suffer

My favorite poet is David Whyte.  His work is best enjoyed after meditation, with a hot mug of tea and an open heart.

Here is one of my favorites because it speaks to the part of me that realized it is free to suffer, because I am human, not forced to suffer because I am broken.

The Well of Grief

Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief

turning downward through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe

will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,

nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown by those who wished for something else.

– David Whyte
from Where Many Rivers Meet
©2007 Many Rivers Press