Sunday, January 16, 2011

Mindful by Mary Oliver


Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight, 
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
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
in joy, 
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 daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar, 
I say to myself, 
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world, 
the ocean's shine, 
the prayers that are made
out of grass? 





3 comments:

  1. Lovely poem and the photos are stunning!

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  2. This is wonderful to see and read when we are getting snow and freezing rain here.

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  3. Maureen, Thank you for your coverage of the Madison protest yesterday....Your comments and historical background were insightful. So sad to see greed trying hard to create an elite society for a few. Not at all how I see and love this country, America, opportunity for all. Barb

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