"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

03 March 2018

Attention.


ENTERING the KINGDOM

The crows see me.   
They stretch their glossy necks    
In the tallest branches    
Of green trees. I am    
Possibly dangerous, I am    
Entering the kingdom.

The dream of my life   
Is to lie down by a slow river    
And stare at the light in the trees–    
To learn something by being nothing    
A little while but the rich    
Lens of attention.

But the crows puff their feathers and cry   
Between me and the sun,    
And I should go now.    
They know me for what I am.    
No dreamer,    
No eater of leaves.

Mary Oliver

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