Today I'm flying low
& I'm not saying a word.
I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping,
the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I'm taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move
though really I'm travelling
a terrific distance.
Stillness.
One of the doors
into the temple.
~ Mary Oliver
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