The Conversational Nature of Reality

David Whyte brings a tactile sense of magic to the ordinary in his beautiful piece, “The Conversational Nature of Reality.” Through his words, we find the richness and depth we may not have noticed in the small things we engage with on a daily basis. On some level, everything is in an intimate relationship with us. We have the choice to decide if it’s loving, critical, celebratory, or entirely absent.

Myself? I choose to be in love with Life—everything in it—and in doing so, my heart opens to receive the unconditional, quiet love it returns.

I encourage you to read these delightful words and try, even just for today, to bring love and friendliness to the simple things in your world. You might be surprised how they meet you.


The Conversational Nature of Reality

by David Whyte

Your great mistake

is to act the drama as if you were alone.

As if life were a progressive and cunning crime

with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions.

To feel abandoned is to deny

the intimacy of your surroundings.

Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array;

the swelling presence, and the chorus,

crowding out your solo voice.

You must note the way the soap dish enables you,

or the window latch grants you freedom.

Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

The stairs are your mentor of things to come,

the doors have always been there

to frighten you and invite you,

and the tiny speaker in the phone

is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness

and ease into the conversation.

The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink,

the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness

and seen the good in you at last.

All the birds and creatures of the world

are unutterably themselves.

Everything is waiting for you.


In Soul, Danielle

1 reply
  1. Natalie Brooke Breazeale
    Natalie Brooke Breazeale says:

    This is so beautiful….so very poignant and relevant for my life right now. Coming out of the hardest year I have ever experienced, one I truly doubted I would survive has made my favorite season, fall, almost feels like spring. Even the falling of the leaves feels like a new beginning, rebirth or awakening to all the unassuming beauty that surrounds me in every minute. if I can bring myself into the present moment, no matter how excruciating that moment is, and find at least one thing beautiful, one thing to be grateful for, that thing soon becomes 2, then 3…on and on. That is what I am experiencing…and it is a beautiful thing.

    Thank you for sharing this.


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