Today, a little longer, almost a full poem, but where do you begin to cut and paste from a master??
Excerpt from Sunrise by Mary Oliver
... and I thought
how the sun
blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
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