Hello Love,
It’s overtime to gift myself a day like this. How about for you?
Today
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
~ Mary Oliver
Offered to you with stillness and gratitude,
Sharon
From A Thousand Mornings, Poems by Mary Oliver, p. 23
Published by Penguin Books 2013
© 2012 by NW Orchard LLC
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