Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang. - Mary Oliver

Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing — the reason they can fly.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.