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 you.
Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright
and incredible 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.”