Portrait 2053

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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 your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile  the world goes on.

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 wild geese, harsh and exciting-

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

-Wild Geese, Mary Oliver

 

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