What I want to know, please, is
what is possible, and what is not.
If it is not, then I am for it.
My heart is out of its flesh-phase.
I am done with all of it, the habits, the patience,
Whoever I was, it is growing hazy and unforgettable.
Whoever I am, it is for mere appearance's sake.
It is for coin, and foolishness,
and I am thinking of something better.
All morning it has been raining.
In the language of the garden, this is happiness.
The tissues perk and shine.
Truly this is the poem worth keeping.
A mossy house anyone with any sense would enter
as soon as the soul begins
to desire the impossible.
I have never felt so young.
~~The Garden~~ by Mary Oliver
It is raining this morning in the woods and her poems never fail to speak to my heart.
May you have a day filled with happiness, health, safety and peace.
From one who lives at the edge of the woods.....
8 comments:
What a treat to be able to read her words on a rainy morning. Thanks for sharing.
Balisha
PERFECT.
Lovingly,
Sharon
Balisha and Sharon, thanks for stopping by - Mary Oliver - her words are perfect for me...
Just stopping by to thank you for your lovely blog. I'm new to mindfulness and finding your writing has been a pleasure.
RadicalReminders - welcome - visit again...
Mary Oliver is the most wonderful poet, and as I did my book purge the other day, you can be sure her books remain on my shelves. Thanks, Ernestine for finding just the right one for a day like this.
Oh, thank you. Another Mary Oliver poem I've not read. That woman knows how to put the heart's language into words. Oh, my.
cck - I am pleased you saved these.
Ellen - oh yes, she speaks to my heart...
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