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I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you're in it all the same.So why not get started immediately.I mean, belonging to it.And to write music or poems about.
Bless the feet that take you to and fro.Bless the eyes and the listening ears.Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.Bless touching.You could live a hundred years, it's happened.Or not.I am speaking from the fortunate platform of many years,none of which, I think, I ever wasted.Do you need a prod?Do you need a little darkness to get you going?Let me be as urgent as a knife, then, and remind you of Keats,so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,he had a lifetime.~Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses
Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually.
Maybe the desire to make something beautiful
is the piece of God that is inside each of us.
............ Mary Oliver