Skip to content
Tags

Diary 3-23-15

March 23, 2015

Dear Diary  –  This morning I was thinking about Thoreau’s presentation of how nature always asks the right question, and in her asking gives the answer. Then, at the end of savasana, Sherry read us this poem by Mary Oliver:

Spring*

Somewhere / a black bear / has just risen from sleep / and is staring

down the mountain. / All night / in the brisk and shallow restlessness / of early spring

I think of her, / her four black fists / flicking the gravel, / her tongue

like a red fire / touching the grass, / the cold water. / There is only one question:

how to love this world. / I think of her / rising / like a black and leafy ledge

to sharpen her claws against / the silence / of the trees. / Whatever else

my life is / with its poems / and its music / and its glass cities,

it is also this dazzling darkness / coming / down the mountain, / breathing and tasting;

all day I think of her— / her white teeth, / her wordlessness, / her perfect love.

The entire poem is nature’s question, and its answer; the way is just being, awakening like the bear woman with spring.

*House of Light, 1990  [Note:  the format cascades within the stanzas.]

From → diary, poems

Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: