There’s nothing the ‘I’ or ‘me’ can do. Fully letting that in, being fully penetrated by that awareness, is itself the final letting go; it is itself the opening of the fist, the opening of the most existential, rudimentary sense of self.


why can’t I always see clearly?

inquiry for today~ when it’s never too late…..

jewels of the heart

What can I say that I have not said before?

So I’ll say it again.

The leaf has a song in it.

Stone is the face of patience.

Inside the river there is an unfinishable story

and you are somewhere in it

and it will never end until all ends.

Take your busy heart to the art museum and the

chamber of commerce

but take it also to the forest.

The song you heard singing in the leaf when you

were a child

is singing still.

I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,

and the leaf is singing still.

~Mary Oliver

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