Mindful
January 3rd, 2014
Everyday
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?
~ Mary Oliver
4 Responses to “Mindful”
Being on the bard path Is such a treasure!thank you Mary fior the freshest spirit
A really bardic expression for the untellable. It’s wonderful!
a talented poet, blessed with the power of eloquentia, the knowledge of justice, open eye(s) and in balance with the four elements. I enjoyed reading this beautifull poem. Thank you very much and blessed be.
I don’t think there is anything that Mary Oliver writes that is less than perfect. She is a damned fine druid!
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