The Summer Day:
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I dont know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down into the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- Mary Oliver
…and this girl said
the girl with love in her eyes
‘You will accept it’
and I said
‘I will accept what?’
and she said again in the same calm voice
‘You will accept it
accept the flood
accept the calmness
accept the otherworld people
accept human beings’
-Maoilious Caimbeul, And So Somersault
‘It’s easy to make the music. Just watch nature and play what you see and hear. Play the waterfall, play the birdsong, play the beat of the butterfly’s wings. That’s the only score you need. That’s faerie. That’s the very creativity of God. Holy, Holy, Holy. Breeee-jah…Breeeee-jah, Breeeee-jah.’
“Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.”