A poem shared by “inward/outward” this week:

Such GiftsMary Oliver

I go out to the dunes and look
and look and look
into the faces of the flowers;
and then one of them leaned forward

and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life
bring to me that could exceed
that brief moment?
For twenty years

I have gone every day to the same woods,
not waiting, exactly, just lingering.
Such gifts, bestowed,
can’t be repeated.

If you want to talk about this
come to visit. I live in the house
near the corner, which I have named
Gratitude.

Source: The Place I Want to Get Back To in the collection Thirst

I hope to live on this corner more often than not. lar

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