Thursday, May 23, 2013

If Only It Were This Simple

I have been longing all day to be sitting by this open window, simply.
Simply sitting.
Simply welcoming the nearly-summer breeze, the rich green view.
Keeping company with the unpretentious roses; simply happy in each other's presence.  Simply there.
Having nowhere else to go, no obligations calling me away.  Maybe a book or notebook to coax away my attention from time to time, but the roses there whenever I look up.  Simply being.

Simple, right?

An answer, from Mary Oliver’s When I Am Among the Trees:

“It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.”

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