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
from The House of Belonging
© copyright 1997



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