Poem: Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

 

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.

– Mary Oliver

 

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Poem: Humorous Guides

I channel
two words
I´ve never
heard of.
I then
find them
to be real
in urban
dictionary

I burst
into laughter
of the
exactness
of description,
they also fit
together,
the male and
the female.

How
divine
is the
seemingly
mundane.

 

– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: Soft Companion

 

soft
words
drop
from the
heavens
like
tender
snow flakes

encouraging,
lifting,
supporting

Never
tired
of repeating
that what
is meant
to be

understanding
humanness
blissful
energy
wraps around
the body

transforms
worry
into smiles

 

– Deelia

 

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Poem: New Year´s Sparkler

Behind
a flash
of a sparkler
a symmetric
light pattern
appears,

like there is
a flash

of intuition,

that is
invisibly
derived
from the
harmonious
whole,

like a spark
in the open
heart
that naturally
connects
with magic
and miracles,
flow and
synchronicity,

transferred
to the new
year,
alignment
with the
soul

 

– Deelia ©

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