“…………………….
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 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