I will be the gladdest thing under the sun //
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one //
I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes //
Watch the wind blow down the grass and the grass rise (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
At my feet the white-petaled daisies display the small suns of their center-piece, their--if you don't mind my saying so--their hearts. Of course I could be wrong, perhaps their hearts are pale and narrow and hidden in the roots. What do I know. But this: is it heaven itself to take what is given to see what is plain; what the sun lights up willingly; for example--I think this as I reach down, not to pick but merely to touch-- the suitability of the field for the daisies, and the daisies for the field. -Mary Oliver
I know several lives worth living. Listen, whatever it is you try to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you like the dreams of your body... -Mary Oliver "The Humpbacks"
You said, "Life has no limit If you're not afraid to get in it" And oh, baby, I jumped to you Since then there's nothing I can't do I'm never gonna give you up What do you got if you ain't got love? -Mason Jennings
Branches are bare with a pulse underneath Flowering slowly inside Your hands are warm and my body is wide To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars All it takes is a little faith and a lot of heart Sweetheart -The Weepies
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things. -Mary Oliver January 2008, Cape Disappointment WA
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes Watch the wind blow down the grass and the grass rise -Deb Talan April 2009, Yakima WA