It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Great Egret
How I go to the woods
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
~ Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose
Fuchsia
One just needs a little alertness to see and find out: life is really a great cosmic laughter.
~ Osho
Black Locust
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
~ Mary Oliver
