“My
work is loving the world.
Here
the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal
seekers of sweetness.
Here
the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here
the calm deep in the speckled sand.
Are my
boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no
longer young, and still not half-perfect?
Let me
keep my
mind on what matters,
which
is my work,
which
is mostly standing still
and
learning to be astonished.”
~ Mary
Oliver
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