One of the gifts of being a reader is that the words we read become part of us, such is the case with Mary Oliver's poetry. Today's sights brought this poem to mind:
Mindful
by Mary Oliver
Every day
I see or I hear
something
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?
I love this poem! It's Poetry Friday today at The Poet Farm! You should link up over there. These pictures are beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteStunning pictures - the perfect accompaniments to Oliver's poem.
ReplyDeletePerfect pairing (tripling?) of experience, poem, and photos.
ReplyDeleteYes. Mary Oliver helps me so with slowing down and paying attention too. These are gorgeous photos!
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