Looking for some Mary Oliver poems to read in the next Mexico Viniyoga Retreat, found this one:
What Gorgeous Thing
by Mary Oliver
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.
From "Devotions, The Selected Poems Of Mary Oliver", Penguin Press, 2017
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