(roses in the median at a stoplight in san marino)I'm sure I've posted this poem before but it makes me so happy, it's worth the double (or triple) post. :)
Mindful
Every day I see or hear
Every day I see or hear
something that more or less
kills me
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -the untrimmable light
of the world,
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
~ Mary Oliver ~
~ Mary Oliver ~
