The deepest of Goodbyes;
when you utterly let go of all the meanings and the values you held high back then.
When you let go of your dreams and your hopes that you held high back then.
When you let go of an unfulfilled future that you shared and planned thoroughly back then.
& When you let go you learn Detachment.
A deep and powerful lesson you will only learn in a “Goodbye”.
A profound experience that will originate and take shape into your soul into the most intimate of forms possible.
You begin to witness a new depth to yourself, a new aura begins to shine out of the darkness and a new remedy begins to form out of your wounds.
You slowly, painfully evolve…. reborn a new…
& It will remain the deepest of Goodbyes; until you utterly master Detachment.
& in the folds of that lesson you find a new life springing into your consciousness.
A new lesson with new meanings and new values born deep within you.
A new lesson with new dreams and new hopes blooming unto the tree of your soul.
A new lesson with a new future full of possibilities of much greater joy, fulfillment, and faith.
Old “Goodbyes” become new “Hellos”. Old “Farewells” become new “His”. Old “Adieus” become new “Saluts”.
Detachment of the old becomes attachment to the new.
Leaving becomes arriving…
That experience beautifully illustrated by the English poet and philosopher David Whyte in “The Journey,” found in his third book of poetry, The House of Belonging (public library) — a poem he wrote for a friend of him going through such phase of detachment, of painfully letting go and accepting the whole process of chopping off an entire future and shared dreams. To rise again into a whole new state of identity reforming out of the void of such experience.
One of the difficulties of leaving a relationship is not so much, at the end, leaving the person themselves — because, by that time, you’re ready to go; what’s difficult is leaving the dreams that you shared together. And you know that somehow — no matter who you meet in your life in the future, and no matter what species of happiness you would share with them — you will never, ever share those particular dreams again, with that particular tonality and coloration. And so there’s a lovely and powerful form of grief there that is the ultimate of giving away but making space for another form of reimagination.
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
on an open sky.
has to be
so you can find
the one line
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
in the ashes of your life.
You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.
You can also watch below the clip from David Whyte himself, speaking & reciting the poem at the 2009 Psychotherapy Networker Symposium.