“Every day I see or hear something
that more or less fills me with delight,
that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
It was what I was born for
--to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this world,
to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation.
Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant
--but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar, I say to myself,
how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these
--the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made out of grass?
-Mary Oliver, adapted
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