For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.
Mary Oliver
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.
Mary Oliver
2 comments:
Yes and May it be so💜🙏🏻💫🌸
I had a meditation this morning where we were asked (a 10 min. meditation on YouTube) to hold various positive thoughts for 17 seconds each. I quit before finishing, but it was kind of interesting to think like that. For instance, all I have to do is read "Backwater Pond" the words, and I immediately get the feeling of joy that Mary Oliver brings me no matter which poem! I shall hold that feeling much longer than 17 seconds!
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