“Thought buds toward radiance.” – Mary Oliver
In her prose poem “What I Have Learned So Far” (New and Selected Poems, Volume Two, 2005), Mary Oliver appears to be chastising herself for overdoing her particular form of contemplative practice. “Meditation is old and honorable,” she writes, “so why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world? Because, properly attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.”
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