Mindful Poem

“Everyday I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight” is taken from a poem called, Mindful by Mary Oliver.


by Mary Oliver

Every Day
I see or hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for—
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world—
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant—
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these—
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

em2-003Oliver was recently interviewed for, On Being. “On Being is a Peabody Award-winning public radio conversation and podcast, a Webby Award-winning website and online exploration, a publisher and public event convener.”

The Mindful poem was the subject of the blog from On Being. Parker Palmer is the columnist. He wrote that he is mindful and finds something everyday that “more or less kills him with delight.”

What a wonderful way to go through life. It’s a discipline to be mindful in this way, especially on a daily basis. Is it something you could do? Every day? Would you like to try? I’d like to know