*
*
“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, Today
*
*
*
*
Text and image source: Poet’s Corner Esquina Poetica https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02aGrsmaKtdUM6DMoqv5q3uhnJQVnDj363yLezSRDgnbGhFmpBo9w9eXXjWZVUnDA3l&id=100033838135937&mibextid=Nif5oz
Purplerays 