Saturday, May 26, 2018
I did think.., Mary Oliver
I DID THINK, LET’S GO ABOUT THIS SLOWLY
I did think, let’s go about this slowly.
This is important. This should take
some really deep thought. We should take
small thoughtful steps.
This is important. This should take
some really deep thought. We should take
small thoughtful steps.
But, bless us, we didn’t.
Seneca:
"You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire… "
.....
"Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today. You are arranging what lies in Fortune’s control, and abandoning what lies in yours. What are you looking at? To what goal are you straining? The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately."
riddles
my heart is heavy,
it stutters at night.
the moon not yet full
pulls my soul to rise
into mysterious tides,
into dreams of riddles.
i was happy at the river
laughing with the dogs.
now i turn clear and dark,
the wind has ceased,
grief follows all illusion,
i have folded my wings.
there was nothing i want
but peace and sleep
and you to hold me
near to your breath.
forever. i postponed
me day after day
and night after night
for years, out, too far out.
remembering prophecies
i listen to my cat eating,
wondering what you feel,
i knew that i cannot talk.
when truth refers to the past
there is no way to go,
and listening will be hard
and lead nowhere. i forget.
though we must live with
what is broken, we may find
release. my faith is more
in death than in love, now.
until then i walk and try
to be aware of a flow
of joy and laughter and
of all the sadness i meet.
i will leave nothing out,
neither the trees nor the sun,
not the suffering, the pain,
nor the music and the pauses.
sela.
it stutters at night.
the moon not yet full
pulls my soul to rise
into mysterious tides,
into dreams of riddles.
i was happy at the river
laughing with the dogs.
now i turn clear and dark,
the wind has ceased,
grief follows all illusion,
i have folded my wings.
there was nothing i want
but peace and sleep
and you to hold me
near to your breath.
forever. i postponed
me day after day
and night after night
for years, out, too far out.
remembering prophecies
i listen to my cat eating,
wondering what you feel,
i knew that i cannot talk.
when truth refers to the past
there is no way to go,
and listening will be hard
and lead nowhere. i forget.
though we must live with
what is broken, we may find
release. my faith is more
in death than in love, now.
until then i walk and try
to be aware of a flow
of joy and laughter and
of all the sadness i meet.
i will leave nothing out,
neither the trees nor the sun,
not the suffering, the pain,
nor the music and the pauses.
sela.
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