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Monday, April 5, 2010

Wild Geese

Here's to loving what you love.  And to finding your own bit of sunshine on a rainy day.

A poem for you...

by Mary Oliver

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.

3 comments :

  1. Ahhhhhhhh, so beautiful Here, here!
    I love Easter candy. Think I'll let go of the guilt, have some, some tea and watch the rain! Thank you!

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  2. Hi Julia. This is one of my favorite poems EVER! :)

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  3. I immediately connected with this poem Jules--so simple and beautiful. PS The Afghans love Rumi.

    Thank you for sharing all this my friend. i love you always.

    T

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♥ Julia