You Are Arriving...

I love these lines from David Whyte's poem "The Journey". Here is the entire poem.

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.