October 7, 2013 § Leave a comment

“Above the mountains

the geese turn into

the light again

painting their silhouettes

on an open sky.


* * *

Wasatch Range Autumn

Wasatch Range Autumn

* * *

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.

* * *

Wasatch Mountains

Wasatch Mountains

* * *

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, “The House of Belonging”.

* * *




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