Sunday, 13 March 2016


 Mindful by Mary Oliver (from Why I Wake Early)

Every day
   I see or I hear
         that more or less

kills me
   with delight,
      that leaves me
         like a needle

in the haystack
   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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