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 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.

please note: art by Tobin Rogers at


  1. Wow. That seems like the same comment I leave every time but it's the only word that comes to mind. Wow.

  2. So beautiful. I needed that today. xoxo

  3. Always inspiring! but I must say:
    I so LOVE your new title(header) the painting!!
    I am a big fan!The snow scene! Kudos, don't tell me you paint too?
    Love Caroline

  4. I absolutely love the poem !

    Blackened sticks leaving messages on our souls tough skin... lines of wisdom in the sky... beautiful... I often look in the ashes of my life to see if there are any new messages there.

    Thank you for that.

    And the birds reminded me of the lovely film, Le Peuple Migrateur...

    Thanks for the shot of joy...


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