This is written for all. Enjoy!
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 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
Calls to you like the wild geese, harsh
And exciting –
Over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.