WHERE TO NOW?
A poem by Mark Nepo
Now that I’ve come out of hiding,
my fears are forgetting to be afraid.
Now that I’ve dropped my opinions
in the rain, my story is too small
to cover my heart.
Now that I’ve put down what I thought
was important, I’m surprised by angels
lost along the way.
How we got here doesn’t matter
and where we’re going is just
something for the mind to chew.
I’ll meet you here, in the palace
that difficulty opens—the magical
doorway, the shape of who we are.
This poem can be found in Nepo’s book The Way Under The Way: The Place of True Meeting