Friday, March 7, 2014

"Mindful" by Mary Oliver

"Meadow Marsh 3" by Dannielle Mick

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?


"Mindful" by Mary Oliver from Why I Wake Early. © Beacon Press, 2005. 

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