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.
By Mr AliPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
Wild Geese
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.
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Mr Ali
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Comments (1)
This passage paints a vivid picture. It makes me think about how, no matter what we're going through, life around us keeps going. I've felt that sense of being in my own world of despair while seeing nature carry on. It's like a reminder that our individual struggles are part of a bigger picture. How do you think this idea of the world moving on while we deal with our stuff impacts our perspective?