The system was oppressive
But she would not give up
She would not give in
She kept dancing
To the drumbeat in her head
To the salsa, to the rumba
Spinning in red
Laughing in lavender
She kept her arms open
Into the dance
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' Wild Geese'~Mary Oliver
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.