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, Mindful,
in Why
I Wake Early
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