Mindful ~ by Mary Oliver
Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
nice...thanks for the revisit of her words...hope you have a wonderful weekend shell...
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure...Thank you,as always Brian ~
DeleteIt is why your art work and the corresponding word work is so beautiful...cos you have great pure vision - seeing the beauty we too often pass by - thank you the World is such a better place with your direction to that prosaic natural beauty.
ReplyDeleteso perfect for me to read today, Shell, thank you!
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