Stillness. One of the Doors into the Temple




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.


~ Mary Oliver










~ Art by Frederick Carl Frieseke
Text and image source: Garden of Pensiveness https://www.facebook.com/GardenofPensiveness/

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