Out.

Davis, Fog over Mendocino, 2011

Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way

If you're John Muir you want trees to 

live among. If you're Emily, a garden

will do. 

Try to find the right place for yourself. 

If you can't find it, at least dream of it.

When one is alone and lonely, the body

gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, 

or splashes into the cold river, or

pushes through the ice-crusted snow.  

Anything that touches.                                                

God, or the gods, are invisible, quite

understandable. But holiness is visible, 

entirely.                                                

Some words will never leave God's mouth, 

no matter how hard you listen.                                                 

In all the works of Beethoven, you will 

not find a single lie.                                               

All important ideas must include the trees,

the mountains, and the rivers.                                                

To understand many things you must reach out 

of your own condition.                                                

For how many years did I wander slowly 

through the forest. What wonder and 

glory I would have missed had I ever been in a hurry!                                               

Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still

it explains nothing.                                                

The point is, you're you, and that's for keeps.

Mary Oliver