In this high place

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by David Whyte

 In this high place
 it is as simple as this,
 leave everything you know behind.
 
 Step toward the cold surface,
 say the old prayer of rough love
 and open both arms.
 
 Those who come with empty hands
 will stare into the lake astonished,
 there in the cold light
 reflecting pure snow
 the true shape of your own face.

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