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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

NPM 4-10: When I Am Among the Trees

I've been listening to (in yin) and reading quite a bit of Mary Oliver these days. Today I'm sharing one of her poems.

When I Am Among the Trees
by Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
 but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”


Happy Tuesday all.

1 comment:

  1. I am so distant from the hope of myself,
    in which I have goodness, and discernment,
    and never hurry through the world
    but walk slowly, and bow often.


    ::sigh::
    SAME. Oh, same, same, same.
    And yet - everything is opening and blooming and inviting me outside to stay a while...

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