A poem, not of my own words, perhaps reading my thoughts

No Path by David Whyte

There is no path that goes all the way

Not that it stops us looking
for the full continuation.

The one line in the poem
we can start and follow
straight to the end.

The fixed belief we can hold,
facing a stranger that saves
us the trouble
of a real conversation.

But one day you are not
just imagining an empty chair
where your loved one sat.

You are not just telling a story
where the bridge is down and there’s
nowhere to cross.

You are not just trying
to pray to a God you imagined
would keep you safe.


you’ve come to the place
where nothing you’ve done
will impress

and nothing you
can promise will avert
the silent confrontation,

the place where
your body already seems to know
the way

having kept
to the last its own secret

But still, there is no path
that goes all the way

one conversation leads
to another
one breath to the next
there’s no breath at all


the inevitable
final release
of the burden.

And then
your life will
have to start
all over again
for you to know

even a little

of who you had been.
~David Whyte