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.