Corinthian

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 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.
          
          Wild Geese, Mary Oliver

Do not go gentle into that good night,
          Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
          Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
          
          Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
          Because their words had forked no lightning they
          Do not go gentle into that good night.
          
          Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
          Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
          Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
          
          Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
          And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
          Do not go gentle into that good night.
          
          Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
          Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
          Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
          
          And you, my father, there on the sad height,
          Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
          Do not go gentle into that good night.
          Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
          
          Do not go gentle into that good night (Dylan Thomas)

It shall pass.

Proud din ako sa'yo 

I want to write.
          
          [ Tuesday, March 23rd, 2021 at 3:07 pm)