The earth feels different now with her gone. I am deeply saddened by her passing. But what an inspiration she was/is; and what a legacy of wisdom and love she has left us, all done with such grace.
Deep bow to you sister. I pray that with your death we awaken to your teachings.

Jane Goodall (1934–2025)

I have recorded myself reading this poem aloud.

THE OLD WISDOM

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.

― Jane Goodall, Reason for Hope: A Spiritual Journey