Sunrise of life~ 08/06/68
Sunset of life~ 12/26/12
"Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still missed, still loved."
"The hardest goodbye is the one that's never said."
~Our lives are streams , flowing into the same river,towards heaven.....Heaven lies in the mist beyond the Falls. Close your eyes and let the waters take you home." ***** "Life is so precious..... Season's pass..... But, love is forever an unending circle of life..... A pathway reaching from here to heaven.~
~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
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.
~ David Whyte ~
(House of Belonging)
Sunset of life~ 12/26/12
"Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still missed, still loved."
"The hardest goodbye is the one that's never said."
~Our lives are streams , flowing into the same river,towards heaven.....Heaven lies in the mist beyond the Falls. Close your eyes and let the waters take you home." ***** "Life is so precious..... Season's pass..... But, love is forever an unending circle of life..... A pathway reaching from here to heaven.~
~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
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.
~ David Whyte ~
(House of Belonging)
Sunrise of life~ 08/06/68
Sunset of life~ 12/26/12
"Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still missed, still loved."
"The hardest goodbye is the one that's never said."
~Our lives are streams , flowing into the same river,towards heaven.....Heaven lies in the mist beyond the Falls. Close your eyes and let the waters take you home." ***** "Life is so precious..... Season's pass..... But, love is forever an unending circle of life..... A pathway reaching from here to heaven.~
~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
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.
~ David Whyte ~
(House of Belonging)
Sunset of life~ 12/26/12
"Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still missed, still loved."
"The hardest goodbye is the one that's never said."
~Our lives are streams , flowing into the same river,towards heaven.....Heaven lies in the mist beyond the Falls. Close your eyes and let the waters take you home." ***** "Life is so precious..... Season's pass..... But, love is forever an unending circle of life..... A pathway reaching from here to heaven.~
~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
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.
~ David Whyte ~
(House of Belonging)
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