18 Juil Fonte des glaces ©carine roth

Quel est ton Rêve?

Quelle est cette chose qui te tient malgré la peur,

malgré la fatigue,

malgré l’épuisement,

malgré les difficultés,

malgré les doutes,

malgré tout?

Quel est ton chant, songline, qui te tire et te pousse à gravir la montagne

malgré tout?

Le connais-tu toi-même?

T’es-tu donné les moyens de le découvir

et même de le comprendre?

“Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine”

“WILD GEESE”
by 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 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.