Earth and Being; Wild Geese (An Excerpt)
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. … 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. …. the world… calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting_ over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
By Mary Oliver








