this morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open-
pools of lace,
white and pink -
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities-
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again-
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?
mary oliver
where did your wild and trembling heart take you?
Could you take me for a walk in your garden someday, please? :-)
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | August 07, 2011 at 09:18 AM
Here of course, where beauty is cultivated in sweet blooming friendships.
Love Sue x
Posted by: Sue Fox | August 07, 2011 at 11:01 AM
Rebecca,
This is so lush and beautiful and you know, I honestly thought that Mary's words were your own until I reached the end of the poem. You always write so beautifully and so well that I would have sworn it sounded just like you. Thank you for this sumptuous feast of color and floral beauty with honey on the side this morning.
Love,
Noelle x
Posted by: Noelle | August 07, 2011 at 11:11 AM
Gorgeous Rebecca! My heart took me to see my squash and to pick sweet peas which are growing up through the bamboo. x
Posted by: Sarah | August 07, 2011 at 12:24 PM
Coming here always make me happy, thank you Rebecca.
Posted by: jenny f | August 07, 2011 at 07:05 PM
I am linking Nanka's post. You must see it. It is simply beautiful. So moving. I will tell her.
xoxox,
Noelle
Posted by: Noelle | August 07, 2011 at 09:06 PM
Thank you Noelle and you are such a dear an Angle in disguise!!
Mwaahs!!
Rebecca!!... these radiant and vibrant beauties are picture perfect and are straight from a Paradise on earth!! It felt heavenly walking down Paradise lane!!
Nanka
Posted by: Nanka | August 07, 2011 at 11:53 PM
OK...now I am in the right place... postcards, haiku, beautiful photos...I am dizzy on vacation....no matter what the day, it is always the right place to be when I visit you here, my Dear
Posted by: Deb Taylor | August 08, 2011 at 09:32 AM
Those photos are so rich and beautiful that they are almost shocking to the senses. Thank you for this tender "wake up" call from you, and Mary Oliver. HUGS to your dear, beautiful heart.
Posted by: Karen Gerstenberger | August 08, 2011 at 02:07 PM
i so love mary oliver's poetry... and your heart.
Posted by: leslie | August 09, 2011 at 07:50 AM
Beautiful flowers ... and I love love love Mary Oliver!
Posted by: missing moments | August 10, 2011 at 06:08 AM