Browsing around on Autostraddle this morning I came across this poem, left by a commenter. Clearly it’s a famous one, but I had never seen it before. It brought me to tears.
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.
This is love, and this is The Lovers and the Ten of Cups. This is your heart’s honest truth. It might be your true love or your best friend or your whole community, it might be the love of ‘home’ – whatever home is to you. Perhaps it is your safe space, perhaps it is your hobby, a painting or a song, a meditation ritual. It is wherever you are when you are honestly yourself, when you are truly in the world.
Let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Cards shown are from the Wild Unknown Tarot (first edition) by Kim Krans, and the Steampunk Tarot by Charissa Drengsen.
I’m a 30-something writer, artist, tarot reader, and perpetual explorer of the space between thought, feeling, and action.
I believe that spirituality and ritual are for everybody. I’m about the journey, in all of its messy, non-linear, chaotic iterations. I am excited by anticapitalist business and living with my whole entire self present. I use tarot cards to bring forth hidden truth, and ritual to affirm my commitment, over and over, to my ever-shifting path.