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¿Cómo las olas se siente?
Cuando se navega el océano
abierto
bajo el sol ardiente.
Photo by: Taylor McDowell
Poem by: Olivia Nautch Edwards
7/21/12
morning, fast clouds, peeking sun
Thank you.
Thank you.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Why I Wake Early
by Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety---
best preacher there ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light---
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
(I typed this with the sun in my face.....)
With love,
ONE
by Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety---
best preacher there ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light---
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
(I typed this with the sun in my face.....)
With love,
ONE
El Chalten, Argentina
February 2012
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