Friday, April 27, 2007

Drifting in the Weeds of Heaven...

by Mary Oliver

What I know

I could put into a pack

as if it were bread and cheese, and carry it

on one shoulder,

important and honorable, but so small!


But mostly I just stand in the dark field,

in the middle of the world, breathing

in and out. Life so far doesn’t have any other name

but breath and light, wind and rain.

If there’s a temple, I haven’t found it yet.

I simply go on drifting, in the heaven of the grass and the weeds.

via rhizomes


kclare said...

This is lovely!

moon said...

i feel the same :)

Lorena said...

very nice. thanks for sharing :)

Princess Haiku said...

I like Mary Oliver's work and the transparency in this poem.