The Old Wisdom: A Poem by Jane Goodall - Eva Varga

I have been fortunate to see Jane Goodall speak on several occasions. Each time has been remarkable. Her demeanor and spirit are inspirations to me. I adore her. It is my hope that my own children will get an opportunity to know her – to know her work – as I do.

The Old Wisdom by Jane Goodall

When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out, my child, go out and seek
Your soul: the eternal I.For all the grasses rustling at your feet
And every flaming star that glitters high
Above you, close up and meet
In you: the eternal I.

Yes, my child, go out into the world; walk slow
And silent, comprehending all, and by and by
Your soul, the Universe, will know
Itself: the eternal I.

Bill Moyers interviews Jane Goodall