Peonies and Your Creativity?
“Wild and perfect for one moment before they are nothing forever…” Mary Oliver writes of the peonies in her poem, Peonies
“Wild and perfect for one moment before they are nothing forever…” Mary Oliver writes of the peonies in her poem, Peonies
“I think to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds, to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.” ~Sharon Olds
Fully grasped and lived,
Rumi’s words would change our world.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
All day long a little burro labors, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only
burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labor.