The Journey

Above the mountainsthe 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 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 first has gone out

someone has written something new in the ashes of your life.

You are now leaving you are arriving.

David Whyte