It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.
Mary OliverWhen will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.
Mary OliverThe sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
Mary Oliver