Thursday, July 04, 2019

1032. Mindful - Mary Oliver

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Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight 
that leaves me
like a needle.

in the hay stack
of light. 
It is 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?




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