The Journey by David Whyte

Above the mountains
the geese turn into 
the light again

Painting their 
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be 
inscribed across the
heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside of you.

Sometimes it takes 
a great sky
to find that.

First, bring 
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your 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.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.