I want to think again of dangerous
and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable and beautiful
and afraid of nothing
as though I had wings.
we all need language that draws our life into beauty’s irony and intuitive truths…
inquiry for today~ mary oliver’s light came through her own vision of light…..what is yours?
The Uses of Sorrow-
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.