Mary Oliver is perhaps my favorite poet. Here’s a poem of hers that I came across today, combined with some pictures (mostly my little sister’s photography). It’s a great poem for the times I am going through currently.
“I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?”
From “The summer day”
The paddy-field here is a space from my childhood that I still keep returning to. It means something to me. When people have moved all around the world, trees still stay in the same place. New paddy comes every year, the surrounding stays the same. .
Here, I lose sense of time (and many other things).
“What is it you plan to do, with your one wild and precious life?”