Category Archives: Poetry

The Journey by David Whyte

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.

(House of Belonging, poetry by David Whyte)

geese flying at sunrise

Poetic Wisdom

When I read this poem by Gary Snyder, I understood it to be about the times we face now. War, natural disaster, economic crisis, hard times. A seemingly hopeless downward spiral. Then I realized that when he won a Pulitzer Prize for Turtle Island, I was 14 years old. This poem is about then. But it speaks to me now. Whichever —&#8201then or now —&#8201his advice resonates. “Go light”… he says. I had already been thinking this. Surprisingly difficult to actually do, the idea feels right. In the context of my addictions, putting this wisdom to practical purpose, my course seems clear in at least one respect … my next computer should be a laptop. It’s doubtful that this was quite what Gary Snyder had in mind but it’s necesary to dose my ideals with a bit of realism. And everything —&#8201absolutely everything —&#8201is relative.

For the Children

The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.

In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:

stay together
learn the flowers
go light

~ Gary Snyder ~

(Turtle Island)