True Nature, Simply, Wholly, On Repeat.

"At Great Pond" 

by Mary Oliver

At Great Pond

the sun, rising,

scrapes his orange breast

on the thick pines,

and down tumble

a few orange feathers into

the dark water.

On the far shore

a white bird is standing

like a white candle ---

or a man, in the distance,

in the clasp of some meditation ---

while all around me the lilies

are breaking open again

from the black cave

of the night.

Later, I will consider

what I have seen ---

what it could signify ---

what words of adoration I might

make of it, and to do this

I will go indoors to my desk ---

I will sit in my chair ---

I will look back

into the lost morning

in which I am moving, now,

like a swimmer,

so smoothly,

so peacefully,

I am almost the lily ---

almost the bird vanishing over the water

on its sleeves of night.

One Vibrant Light, Exquisite.

One Great Pond, True Nature Simply, on repeat.