Enough…by David Whyte
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
Sometimes I feel that there are too many words, too many thoughts. I really do want to say ………enough, basta, finito! Just stop talking, reading, writing, typing,. Just stop.
I wonder why that is, and then I read this poem and there is something about the words creating a barrier between the unlived life and the life I create. Hmm.