"All through our gliding journey, on this day as on so many others, a little song runs through my mind. I say song because it passes musically, but it is really just words, a thought that is neither strange nor complex. In fact, how strange it would be not to think it -- not to have such music inside one's head and body, on such an afternoon. What does it mean, say the words, that the earth is so beautiful? And what shall I do about it? What is the gift I should bring to the world? What is the life I should live?" - Mary Oliver (from "Flow," Long Life)
When will you have a little pity for
every soft thing
that walks through the world,
- Mary Oliver (from "Pen and Paper and a Breath of Air," Blue Pastures)
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.
- Mary Oliver (from "Wild Geese," Dream Work)