"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, yours, 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




I feel deeply. I turn this into words because I often don't know what else to do with it. You should read them.



Questions answered. Clarity found.