Wednesday, December 30, 2015

mindful


these words are excerpted from the poem "mindful" 
written by mary oliver

"Everyday
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for —
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world —
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation."




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