Sleeping In The Forest // by Mary Oliver
I thought the earth remembered me,
She took me back so tenderly
Arranging her skirts
Her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before
A stone on the riverbed,
Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars,
But my thoughts.
And they floated light as moths
Among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
Breathing around me.
The insects and the birds
Who do their work in darkness.
All night I rose and fell,
As if water, grappling with luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
Into something better.
// Yosemite National Park, Thanksgiving 2017 //
Here we find ourselves again.
How often is it we find our shadows lost in the shadows of iconic granite giants?
This valley of majesty and grace pulls our hearts for another round of falling in love all over again, just as we have every time before.
My greatest wishes
this beauty always pulls a flutter of new, shiny, and happy.
this beauty is never becomes anything less than magical.
this beauty pulls your heart to it’s valley,
again, again, again.
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