Thursday, July 29, 2010

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
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






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Saturday, July 3, 2010

if (and when)roses complain



i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if

(and when)roses complain

their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's

a rose,roses(you feel

certain)will only smile



~ Edward Estlin Cummings


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