Stilling the mind’s questions

I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying,
his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes
it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.
Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without
questions that can’t and probably
never will be answered, the
only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white
morning and, gratefully, says so.

Mary Oliver, What Gorgeous Thing

3 thoughts on “Stilling the mind’s questions

  1. Thank you for sending this beautiful poem. It carried a special delight as I had just had breakfast
    watching the small songbirds feed on a feeder I have in a Birch tree.
    Wanted to write about them but felt I said too much already.
    Then, there is Mary Oliver proving me wrong.

    These gorgeous, playful, singing creatures just show us how life could be.

    miriam

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