I love poetry, I think it’s like chocolate truffles – tiny but
dense, rich and carrying far more weight
than expected – but unlike truffles,
they are calorie free!
Here’s one I read by
Mary Oliver this morning:-
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 travelling a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the
doors
into the temple.
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