It is possible, I suppose,

that sometime we will learn

everything there is to learn:

what the world is, for example,

and what it means. I think this

as I am crossing from one field

to another, in summer,

and the mockingbird is mocking me,

as one who either knows enough

already or knows enough to be

perfectly content not knowing.

At my feet the white-petaled daisies

display the small suns of their center-piece-

their, if you don’t mind my saying so- their hearts.

Of course I could be wrong,

perhaps their hearts are pale and narrow

and hidden in the roots. What do I know.

But this: it is heaven itself

to take what is given, to see what is plain;

what the sun lights up willingly;

for example-I think this as I reach down,

not to pick but merely to touch

the suitability of the field for the daisies,

and the daisies for the field.

~Mary Oliver

how I consider my life a great revelation….

inquiry for today~ where will you shine a light today?

when I walk, life reveals….

this life

has been a landscape

of pain,

and still,

wildflowers

bloom in it.

~Sanober Khan