Friday, June 29, 2012

In the middle of the world, breathing...

Mary Oliver came to me from a friend, who drifted away. What a gift, that keeps giving, endlessly. I know this feeling, this "standing in the middle of the world, breathing..."
...............................................

What I know
I could put into a pack

as if it were bread and cheese, and carry it
on one shoulder,

important and honorable, but so small!
While everything else continues, unexplained

and unexplainable. How wonderful it is
to follow a thought quietly

to its logical end.
I have done this a few times.

But mostly I just stand in the dark field,
in the middle of the world, breathing

in and out. Life so far doesn't have any other name
but breath and light, wind and rain.

If there's a temple, I haven't found it yet.
I simply go on drifting, in the heaven of the grass
and the weeds.

Mary Oliver

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