I’ve got so much to say, but it has to be an early night for me since I’m really on my way to Nicaragua in the very early morning. So until I have some more energy, I turn, as I always do, to the poets, to the poets, to the poets!
I had a dream about a bird last night – it became my pet, went everywhere with me and was so very sweet, so here’s MO on my new bird pet!
Red Bird Explains Himself
Yes, I was the brilliance floating over the snow
and I was the song in the summer leaves, but this was
only the first trick
I had hold of among my other mythologies,
for I also knew obedience: bring sticks to the nest,
food to the young, kisses to my bride.
But don’t stop there, stay with me: listen.
If I was the song that entered your heart
then I was the music of your heart, that you wanted and needed,
and thus wilderness bloomed that, with all its
followers: gardeners, lovers, people who weep
for the death of rivers.
And this was my true task, to be the
music of the body. Do you understand? for truly the body needs
a song, a spirit, a soul. And no less, to make this work,
the soul has need of a body,
and I am both of the earth and I am of the inexplicable
beauty of heaven
where I fly so easily, so welcome, yes,
and this is why I have been sent, to teach this to your heart.
~ Mary Oliver ~