Thank you for sharing Karl Duffy (@ mindfulbalance.org). I reblog it here as a prelude to my poem ‘A Shape for Holding’
And slowly, very slowly, it became clear to mewhat they were saying.
Said the river I am part of holiness.
And I too, said the stone. And I too, whisperedthe moss beneath the water.
I’d been to the river before, a few times.
Don’t blame the river that nothing happened quickly.
You don’t hear such voices in an hour or a day.
You don’t hear them at all if selfhood has stuffed your ears.
And it’s difficult to hear anything anyway, through
all the traffic, the ambition.
Mary Oliver, At the River Clarion