Wednesday, June 18, 2008

You are not leaving, you are arriving.....

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 House of Belonging

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And so they have been found, the right words for the page to finally start this journey. The page that has been blank for nearly a year, waiting for the right words to come, the right moment. I would not start this page in pain, i would not start it at a run from something, i would not start it in ugliness, but simply when it was right. Now, is right. Now, it has arrived. Here, i am.

To what end? That remains to be seen...perhaps this will finally be the collection of the wise words i have uttered forth to this moment and never actually used, that i might actually employ a few of them, and continue to write new ones...who knows. I suspect i will forever continue to ignore a good many of my own sage words, even as i spew them forth to others. It is, after all, always easier to give good sound advice than it is to take it. For some reason the mechanical engine of the passionate heart drive has never run well on sound advice, its fancy seems tickled by the most audacious and self-destructive direction sequence most of us can contrive on a daily basis. Oh well, it makes life, if nothing else, action-filled (please note my swerve around the use of the word drama there).

So from a great sky, from ashes, from a multitude of beauty and pain, from rainbows and waterfalls, from hardwork and heartbreak from laughter and walks on the beach, from a multitude of things i now emerge into something new and with it emerges a new blog home....wiser, tanner, sillier and perhaps a bit more guarded than ever, here i am.

Let the rambling continue!

1 comment:

trin said...

Thank you so much for sharing this poem - it fits my heart, too.

Itchy, itchy feet all the time.