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… *
Some weeks the world feels too loud. You watch one rescue, then another, and something quiet starts to rise in you that does not have a name yet.
Trunks reaching for each other through the dust.
A small dog waiting to be seen.
Your throat tightens.
You reach for the heart button, then stand in the kitchen and wonder where that feeling is supposed to live.
What if it already has a place to go?
You only have to learn how to find it

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