My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
– Mary Oliver
Thanks for that. I needed to hear that.
My pleasure, Kirkistan. Her poetry is beyond compare, in my opinion. 🙂 I’m happy you found it meaningful.
Beautiful, and as I was reading I was thinking it felt very Mary Oliver!!
Her words compliment your beautiful photo perfctly…delphinium blue…heavens colour surely…
Heaven’s colour, yes :-).
I have to keep myself from using her poetry in every post, I love it so much. I’m happy you like her too.
Have a lovely Sunday, Seonaid.
Magnific colors, as usual!
Ah, thanks Meho. Appreciate that.
Happy Solstice to you.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, fantastic!! 🙂
Aw, kind as always. Thank you Eliza. 🙂
Excellent photo; like the small one in the bokeh.
Hi harrie! Thanks. I love when it’s all happening in the bokeh……
Mmmmm, like that poem very much. And your blue got me to it.
Very happy about that. Thank you, Paul. 🙂
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Merci francois 🙂