As someone for whom journeys, the great sky, the ashes after a fire, and leaving and arriving are all tropes with great meaning, I adore this poem.
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
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
Breathtaking
delicious. wow, our lives seems to spiral around each other. what joy to know i am not alone. thank you, lindsey. celebrating a bride-to-be today and david whyte poetry is soaked into the ceremony. xo
Oh my. I feel silly gushing about how I love that poem, but wow. I do. Thank you for sharing it, my friend!
“Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
small, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.”
Some of the best and truest words I know.
Thank you…
“…wedge of freedom in your own heart…” wow. Don’t we all aspire to find this? Beautiful words.