Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It was what I was… - Mary Oliver

Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.

To be contemporary is to rise through the stack of the past, like the fire through the mountain. Only a heat so deeply and intelligently born can carry a new idea into the air.

Oh Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing towards you.

How does any of us live in this world? One thing compensates for another, I suppose. Sometimes what’s wrong does not hurt at all, but rather shines like a new moon.