pafret Loc: Northeast

The Poet: Mary Oliver, “White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field”

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“White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field”

“Coming down out of the freezing sky
with its depths of light,
like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,
it was beautiful, and accurate,
striking the snow and whatever was there
with a force that left the imprint
of the tips of its wings - five feet apart -
and the grabbing thrust of its feet,
and the indentation of what had been running
through the white valleys of the snow -
and then it rose, gracefully,
and flew back to the frozen marshes
to lurk there, like a little lighthouse,
in the blue shadows -
so I thought:
maybe death isn't darkness, after all,
but so much light wrapping itself around us -
as soft as feathers -
that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking,
and shut our eyes, not without amazement,
and let ourselves be carried,
as through the translucence of mica,
to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow,
that is nothing but light - scalding, aortal light -
in which we are washed and washed
out of our bones.”

- Mary Oliver

Quakerwidow Loc: Chestertown, MD

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badbobby Loc: texas

seems to me that Mary had a death wish

from my perch oh so high
with a hoot,not a sigh
with wings spread,i arise from my nest
when the shroud of the night
coats the days warmth and light
tis the time this owl likes the best

yes,I'm a peculiar old bird
which perhaps you have heard
for the hunting of mice I forsook
but I'm a scholar astute
(though I happen to hoot)
who prefers poems or a really good book

yes,all of the time
and for the brain of a bird that is hard
but I've managed the game
and it 's brought some fame
and now everyone calls me "The Bard"

pafret Loc: Northeast

Yes indeed, it could have been named "Thoughts on Contemplating Suicide" or, an attempt to put a new face on the universal fear of death. The beauty of the bird, the unexpected sudden termination of some creature's life, may have a parallel for us. God is in His machine and taketh what He has given. The mechanism is of some beauty and this carries over into the next life with Death being a transport into the light of the Deity. "nothing but light - scalding, aortal light - in which we are washed and washed out of our bones.” Transfiguration into the spiritual.

Viewed in this manner it is not so much a death wish as a recognition that death is not to be feared, but embraced, when it occurs because we will meet Perfection as spiritual beings.

pafret Loc: Northeast

I forgot to ask, what is this from? Never saw it before.

badbobby Loc: texas

I really dont know paf
doesn't sound like Shakespeare
but still
maybe

lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

I love both of them!!


O world-ignorance,
Although
You have shackled my feet,
I am free.

Although
You have chained my hands,
I am free.

Although
You have enslaved my body,
I am free.

I am free because I am not of the body.
I am free because I am not the body,
I am free because I am the soul-bird
That flies in Infinity- Sky.
I am the soul-child that dreams
On the Lap of the immortal King Supreme.




By: Sri Chinmoy

From : The Dance of Life~~ part 11

badbobby Loc: texas

[quote=lindajoy]I love both of them!!


O world-ignorance,
Although
You have shackled my feet,
I am free.

Although
You have chained my hands,
I am free.

Although
You have enslaved my body,
I am free.

I am free because I am not of the body.
I am free because I am not the body,
I am free because I am the soul-bird
That flies in Infinity- Sky.
I am the soul-child that dreams
On the Lap of the immortal King Supreme.




By: Sri Chinmoy

From : The Dance of Life~~ part 1
yes you are

lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

[quote=badbobby]

As are you !!!♥️ And Thank You... we are free~~~

Our bounded journey of life just for us to see
Do we see as it is or as it should be
Where do we draw the line of lucidity
Is it s must just to be

Our hearts pure in the delivery of our soul
Our minds begin to think
And remove that living soul
shall we not allow as I prefer that living soul

Everything that is was to be
in its harmony we can see
Living life fulfills that which is
Knowing it is as it should be~