Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? While the soul, after all, is only a window, and the opening of the window no more di… - Mary Oliver

Listen — are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

Today I'm flying low and I'm not saying a word. I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I'm taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly move though really I'm traveling a terrific distance. Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.

And what has consciousness come to anyway, so far, that is better than these light-filled bodies?

Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.