What Is There Beyond Knowing?

[turtles_path]

What is there beyond knowing that keeps
calling to me?  I can't

turn in any direction
but it's there.  I don't mean

the leaves' grip and shine or even the thrush's
silk song, but the far-off

fires, for example,
of the stars, heaven's slowly turning

theater of light, or the wind
playful with its breath;

or time that's always rushing

Comments

[opakele]

The facilitator of my hospice training read a lot of Mary Oliver. This poem is incredibly beautiful, as well as the pieces Facilitator read to us.

Can you recommend one of her volumes?

[turtles_path]

Hi!

Gosh I miss you and think of you often.

My friend chimerae used to post Mary Oliver often and I get reminders like this gem dropped in my lap from time to time (this one at a insight meditation gathering the other night where the discussion was focused on 'presence') (along with "snow geese" anther lovely one) but I've yet to pick up any of her collected works. This can be found in New and Selected Poems Vol. II

[tenwii]

I know this feeling.

Thinking of you!

xo
J