Tell me...

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. 
Meanwhile the world goes on. 
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain 
are moving across the landscapes, 
over the prairies and the deep trees, 
the mountains and the rivers. 

It's a while since Mary Oliver's poetry appeared here. But now it seems right again, on a day when rain sweeps across the landscape in refreshing sheets punctuating sunshine.

I told Doru about my hopes and fears, and he told me mine. He gave me a taste of life as he has experienced it.

I knelt by his front feet and blew into his nostrils, and willingly he accepted the renewed gift of friendship. For he showed me his world, and I was not dismayed but instead accepting.

Our lot was not despair but frustration. But now I am calmer and more patient, and he enjoys our excursions better.

Meanwhile the world goes on, and the way is there exposed for those with eyes to see. Here a path across a field, there a dusty path through woodland, elsewhere bent stems across a meadow or footsteps in mud.

Now to tell him of my joy, and to listen to his.

Now to follow that path which is as much borne in the mind as marked on the earth.

Comments

[horseideology]

Such a beautiful... the photo looks like a magical path. Which I could put a sun or rainbow icon here ... :)

[White Horse Pilgrim]

That's the kind of "fearful symmetry" of which William Blake wrote. It is stark, beatutiful, magical, uncompromising.

[horseideology]

There is startling clarity in truth - sometimes it is too bright too look so has to be given in small dosages. Horses are truth incarnate.