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.
Who ever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your immagination,
calls to you like the wild gees, harsh and exciting..
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things."
By Mary Oliver
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La dedico a chi è in cerca di risposte, o davanti ad un bivio, o semplicemente a chi sta passando una giornata dipinta di grigio, un periodo un po' malinconico, quando tutto ti si presenta davanti e non sai che pesci pigliare. Ma c'è sempre una scelta, c'è sempre un perchè...
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