Mary Oliver

where is sacred

made of simple acts

not smoke or shaman

singing deeply seeking wrinkles

in the leaves we saw our motion

stepping learning new beginnings

journey streets of family stories

the same

the song

the mystery

the mission how we practice

moving she reminds us how to

discover slowness notice patience

cosmic pilgrims praying

their bones contain

the ceremony

when they mold into the soil:

a tragic opening

a curious pausing

a grateful witness