Sunday, October 17, 2010

Mindfulness at the top of the hill

Mindful

Every day
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?  

~ Mary Oliver ~


8 comments:

LV said...

You tied photo and words together very well. I love that fall scene.

Reddirt Woman said...

That simple poem says so much. That words like these can paint such a beautiful picture is so amazing to me... each and every time I read something like this. Whatever would we do without words like this to brighten our world and our lives...

Thank you... simply thank you.

Helen

Whosyergurl said...

Oh, girlfriend, this speaks to my heart! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Mary Oliver!

Hoosier Hugs,
Cheryl

Madeline's Album said...

What a lovely and meaningful poem. Thanks for posting this I enjoyed it very much. Have a blessed day. Madeline

Debbie said...

Amen to this...such simple pleasures are priceless. I too, thank you.

Kerry O'Gorman said...

Beautiful! Photo especially! So soft and pure.

Pauline said...

You chose the perfect photo to go with those beautiful words. Love it!

Chef E said...

I enjoyed reading this :)