The Journey

Above the mountains
The Geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be enscribed across
the heavens

So you can find
the one line already
written inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

Small, bright and indescribable wedge of
freedom in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black sticks
left when the fire has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving
you are arriving.

David Whyte -The House of Belonging