A beautiful poem by Mary Oliver.. a poetic guru
Mary Oliver’s divine whisper ~ it is no small gift.
by Mary Oliver
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
… from A Thousand Mornings. © The Penguin Press, 2012.
Here’s an interview with Mary Oliver, my favorite poet.