Pause.

 

This morning

the beautiful white heron

was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this

the one world

we all belong to

where everything

sooner or later

is a part of everything else

which thought made me feel

for a little while

quite, beautiful, myself.

 

Mary Oliver. “Poem of the One World.”

 

The ancient rhythms of the earth have insinuated themselves into the rhythms of the human heart. The earth is not outside us; it is within: the clay from where the tree of the body grows.

John O’Donohue. Beauty: The Invisible Embrace.