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.
~ Mary Oliver
Goeiste maar dis mooi.🌹
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Wow! ❤
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Wonderlik!
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Kan ek asb net bysê dat jy die mooiste wenkbroue het 🙂
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Bloos – dankie! My gesin en nabyes reken dis oorspronklike ‘resting bitchface’ ala Vivien Leigh van Gone with the wind faam….hehe
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Regtig mooi, hierdie skrywe. Sjoe voorwaar
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Ek wens daai muse lê net eenkker by my besoek af.
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Pragtige woorde!
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So mooi.
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