Tuesday, August 12, 2008

loving what you love.

My yoga teacher read part of this poem in class the other day.  For some reason, when a yoga teacher reads poetry while I'm practicing asanas, the words seep in further, all the way to the bone.  Poetry usually seeps into my cells anyway, so this is powerful for me.  

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 the deep trees
the mountains and the rivers
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clear 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

(I am even feeling thankful I grew up in a place with Wild Geese)