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
loves 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
are heading home again
Whoever you are no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
call 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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