08-26-2013, 11:15 AM
Join Date: Feb 2013
Happened upon the following Mary Oliver poem before meditation this morning. It reminded me of the song that we are all likely familiar with now that introduces each IE Radio show, which is certainly celebratory. The following Oliver poem is not only celebratory, but also pensive and contemplative of change in each and every moment of this precious transitory life:
"Last Days" by Mary Oliver
Things are changing, things are starting to Spin, snap, fly off into
the blue sleeve of the long afternoon. Oh and ooh
come whistling out of the perished mouth
of the grass, as things boil back
into substance and hue, As everything
forgetting its own enchantment, whispers
I too love oblivion, why not, it is full
of second chances. NOW,
hiss the bright curls of the leaves. NOW!
booms the muscle of the wind."
Namaste from the Midwest,
"I wasn't going to spend my life doing what had already been done." - Georgia O'Keeffe
"What will be wants
to push through your fingers.
The light you seek hides
in your belly."
- "The Head of the Year," Marge Piercy