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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
inscribed across
the heavens
 
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.
 
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
 
first, 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.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

(1997)

“[This is a] poem he wrote for a friend undertaking that immensely harrowing yet hopeful act of leaving a wounding relationship and rewriting what was once a shared future into a solitary turn toward the greater possibilities of the unknown.” Maria Popova (http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/04/06/david-whyte-the-journey-house-of-belonging/)

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