When death comesโฆ. I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what itโs going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence, and each body as a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. [from the poem "When Death Comes"]
Mary OliverStill, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled-to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing-that the light is everything-that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
Mary OliverLet me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers. Let me keep company always with those who say โLook!โ and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads. (from โMysteries, Yesโ)
Mary Oliver