Mindfully hiking...

Mindful

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 born for -

to look, to listen,

to lose myself

inside this soft world -

to instruct myself

over and over

in joy,

and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,

the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.

Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise

with such teachings
as these -

the untrimmable light

of the world,

the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

~ Mary Oliver ~