Author: Mary Diamond
Location: Midwest
Goddess Face
MINDFUL by Mary Oliver
New and Selected Poems
Volume Two
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.
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