POEM: "Mysteries, Yes" by Mary Oliver

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 I love this little poem. I discovered it recently at TheSecretChangingPoetryHouse, a place in Seattle I've been visiting for years. I trust the name is mostly self-explanatory (I can sometimes be convinced to divulge its location, but usually only by bribery or croissant payment). May it nurture you wherever you find yourself in this journey towards Home we call life.

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Mysteries, Yes

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. How people come, from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.

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

~ Mary Oliver 

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