Mary Oliver Wild Geese
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.
In our culture, especially in the context of social media, there is a tremendous amount of pressure to perform, please and be perfect. Social media puts the pressure on us to show that we can create the perfect meals, the perfect homes, have the perfect hairstyles, makeup, clothes and go on the perfect vacations. We crave the praise and approval of our followers, looking for likes and comments, believing that when we gain the approval and likes of others we ourselves will feel happy and light up from inside.
In this poem, Mary Oliver reminds us,
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.
You do not have to be good, you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles, you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves, the world will go on.
As we remember from the Inner Critic series when it comes to perfectionism, there are no priorities, our inner perfectionist will require us to be perfect in all areas of our life. This poem reminds us that our self worth is not dependent on our productivity, accomplishments or outward appearances. We can become aware of negative internal dialogue and practice appreciation for ourselves as the wild geese do. This poem reminds us that the wild geese announce our place in the family of things. We all have our place in the natural world, our place of being, not doing, and our interdependent world is dependent on our being.
Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Props Needed: yoga blocks, yoga strap, meditation cushion or chair,
Yoga Postures/Asanas: Supported Fish Pose or Salamba Matsyasana, Knee Sways, Keyhole Stretch, Shoulder Release, Cat Pose or Marjaryasana, Crawling, Kneeling Sun Salutations, Tadasana or Mountain Pose, Tree Pose or Vrksasana, Sun Salutation with Cloud Salutation, Goddess Victory Squat or Utkata Konasana, Downward Facing Dog or Adho Mukha Svanasana, Gomukhasana or Cow’s Face Pose, Savasana or Corpse Pose
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