- by J
You do not have to be perfect. You do not have to swim through dark and dreary deep alone repenting. You only have to let your broken heart have hope and find love.
Tell me about pain, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the earth still spins. Meanwhile the stars 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.