Wildgeesefly

Mary Oliver's poem "Wild Geese" expresses so beautifully the essence of this journey:   

“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 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.

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.”