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

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.

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The above poem was provided to me and read by my Spiritual brother, Dale, and all of my 'Elders', at my '...until I return...' Spiritual men's gathering on Thursday, 19 September 2013, in Granite Bay, California. I love these men dearly.



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