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 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?
--Mary Oliver, Mindful
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