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
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.
~David Whyte


7 thoughts on “The Journey

  1. I love this poem, and I’m fortunate to have heard David Whyte speak it. So, even now, as I read the words, I can hear his measured tones. When he shares his poetry, he often repeats some of the lines. I find it’s even more wonderful to have my eyes closed when he’s speaking, as the images seem to get clearer.

    Like he says, sometimes things have to be spelled out, at least for me πŸ˜‰
    And, if I haven’t gotten the message from the birds or the sky, then maybe I’ll get it when I’m sifting through the ashes. I just keep arriving.

  2. Reblogged this on View Pacific and commented:
    All endings are also beginnings. As David Whyte shares in his poem “The Journey”, we might get the message in the ashes of what went before, as the tiniest glimmer of hope, or emblazoned across the very sky.

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