To Begin With, The Sweet Grass by Mary Oliver
And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.
And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it, then love the world.
Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems
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