“This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.
This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.
There is no house
like the house of belonging.”
-David Whyte, excerpt from The House of Belonging, p. 6
Full poem: https://onbeing.org/poetry/the-house-of-belonging/
