Pause.

Geese process up the aisle of the sky as if sent.
All these flagrant leaves shine
as if they’re worth something. Trees fling them
as if they’re doing the right thing.
I walk among them, breathing,
as if caught up in something
in the upper levels of heaven unknown to me
but unfolding before my eyes. Walk, they say,
as if you are aflame with beauty. Live, they say,
as if you are holy.
Steve Garnaas-Holmes. Unfoldinglight.net. 10/21/19

“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.”
Mary Oliver. From “Wild Geese.”