For Now

Today


Today I’m flying low
And I’m not saying a word.
I’m letting the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must
The bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
Into the temple.
~Mary Oliver

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