It's titled "Clearing" and it's by Martha Postlewaite. I heard just a piece of this poem quoted some time ago, while I was hurriedly driving to work and listening to an audiobook or a podcast...I don't now remember the book or podcast. But what I do remember is being so struck by the words that I needed to pull over and scribble down the poem fragment so that I could later excavate the poem in its wholeness and sit, open hearted, with the treasure of it.
The portion of the poem that rang my bell that morning was "create a clearing in the dense forest of your life." My heart cried out in response, "yes, please...for the love of all that is holy, yes!" My life had become dense, as lives tend to do, with obligations and strivings, activities and things. That morning, even the possibility of creating a clearing was a balm. It felt as if the author had seen me in the dim light of my thick forest, as the kudzu wrapped around my ankles, and had handed me a hatchet.
It seems to me that life has a way of encroaching, with both the mundane and beautiful, and that the need for weeding and clearing is always at hand. Dense forests and cleared meadows are lovely places. May we create space in our lives to inhabit both. And may we have the courage to pull out the hatchet and cut away the kudzu before it obscures that beautiful moonlight and turns our deep breaths to panting.
Here is Martha Postlewaite's poem in it's entirety
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue. ~Martha Postlewaite
Today, may you breathe more deeply, smile more often and feel more at home in your own beautiful life....