“Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.”
― Mary Oliver
It’s one of those heavy days that has no imagination or flow,
I have to seek it out among trees and flowers.
The birds call me out from weighty agendas and beckon me back to silence.
The air is thick with wonder and Jupiter has made me many promises.
I sit among the colors, waiting for gatherers to rest on the alluring foliage,
and have their fill. Offerings of succulent nectar are everywhere.
Staring up through tiny windows I see the light of heaven
and I breathe in the composure of my surroundings…
I exhale the wretchedness of fear that desires to lay waste to earth!
Weariness seems to subside just a little in my garden of dreams…