Happy Belated Birthday to Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver, a woman I can't thank enough for the wisdom & the clear seeing she gifts us through her poetry.  I read a wonderful post on Brainpickings yesterday celebrating her 80th birthday. Here is her poem, reflecting on life, how magical you can make it, especially when you know first hand of it's fleeting nature & how it can all be taken away so easily. May Mary continue to bless us with many many more birthdays & her beautiful gift of poetry.

 

THE FOURTH SIGN OF THE ZODIAC (PART 3) ~ Mary Oliver

I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you’re in it all the same. 

So why not get started immediately.

I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.

And to write music or poems about.

Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.

You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be as urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime.