Poetry is proof that humans exist. Where else could poems come from?
Many of you know that I find poetry to be a luminous guide and supportive and thoughtful friend in my spiritual life. I recently led a roundtable conversation with coaches on the topic of using poetry in coaching, leadership, parenting, wellness, and significant relationships. Our conversations were full of surprises, just like good poetry. Here is a poem by Mary Oliver,"Flare," that we explored during our conversation. Note which line speaks to or surprises you. I know which one(s) caused me a deep pause.
When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world. Notice something you have never noticed before,
like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.
Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain, shaking the water-sparks from its wings.
Let grief be your sister, she will whether or not. Rise up from the stump of sorry, and be green also, like the diligent leaves.
A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world and the responsibilities of your life.
Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away. Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
In the glare of your mind, be modest And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.
Live with the beetle, and the wind.
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