“You do not
Have to be good.
You do not have
To walk on your knees
For a hundred miles
Through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let
The soft animal of your body
Love what it loves.
Tell me about despair,
And I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun

And The clear pebbles
Of the rain
Are moving
Across the landscapes,
Over the prairies
And the deep trees,
The mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese,
High in the clean blue air,
Are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
The world offers itself
To your imagination,
Calls to you like the wild geese,
Harsh and exciting –
Over and over
Announcing your place
In the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver


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