mary oliver poem about stillness - Google Search
when the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
The Last Sky
Physical stillness returns us to living life in our bodies, as St. John Climacus put it, enclosing what is bodiless within the body.4