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An favorite poem by Mary Oliver .....
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for an hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you about 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 rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clear blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like wild geese, harsh and exciting, over and over, announcing your place in things.
--- Mary Oliver
In Dreamwork
(Atlanta Monthly Press, 1986).
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