jueves, 3 de enero de 2013

A tiempo

Sanar by Jorge Drexler on Grooveshark

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 ~

2 comentarios:

  1. Gracias Flor,...que maravilla...
    Un besote

  2. Gracias Flor... solo la foto me revive estos días en el campo...tantas garzas en tanat agua. tanto silencio, tanto retiro, tanta paz.