The Journey — 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
enscribed 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.

Sunset at Aït Ben Haddou, Morocco

From ‘The Journey’ in ‘River Flow: New and Selected Poems’ by David Whyte

Once again David Whyte is speaking to me as I juggle possible pathways — Garry