faerose_ (faerose_) wrote,


Wild Geese 

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.

by Mary Oliver.

I looove these lines "You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. " ... 'soft animal of your body'... ooo can't you just feel that line between your shoulder-blades, doesn't it just make you want to stretch and curl and writhe.

What about... "the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting" Wow how do people create such rigorous enchantment. The world does offer itself, over and over, we are here to witness it's unfolding!
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