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mary oliver
November 2009 
Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver
Posted on Sep 20th, 2009
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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 about your 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.
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yes, this is one of my very favourite mary oliver poems too
Most definitely, Nicole. I thought of you as I posted it.
Sweet giggles in my tummy is so yummy, from up above I feel such love:)
Glad you like, wanna ride my bike? :-)