Wednesday, May 25, 2016

How can you help but grow wise?


Every day  I see or I hear something that more or less kills me with delight,    
that leaves me  like a needle in a haystack of light.
It is what I was born for – to look, to listen,    
to lose myself inside this soft world –
to instruct myself over and over     
in joy, and acclamation…. 
Oh, good scholar,    I say to myself, how can you help   
but grow wise with such teachings as these: 
the untrimmable light of the world,
the ocean’s shine,  
the prayers that are made  out of grass?   …………..Mary Oliver
Ra Divakar's photo.

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