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Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End? Mary Oliver

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 Gakiibatha ni koi ni karithoitha

He who spends his time adorning himself knows he is going to a dance

There is a reason for everything

 

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Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?

by Mary Oliver

Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it.
It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.

But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white
feet of the trees
whose mouths open.
Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance?
Haven’t the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe,
until at last, now, they shine
in your own yard?

Don’t call this world an explanation, or even an education.

When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking
outward, to the mountains so solidly there
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking

to the centre of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
little love-ring,

as he whirled,
oh jug of breath,
in the garden of dust?

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Eltham and Whittlesea Shires Advertiser and Diamond Creek Valley Advocate (Vic. : 1917 – 1922), Friday 5 October 1917,

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Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone,
The wild goose has raised his wonted cry.

 Irish Poem, Translated by Caitlin Matthews  

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Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

From:

Dream Work

Copyright ©:

Atlantic Monthly Press & Mary Oliver

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A cup of tea would restore my normality. Douglas Adams

 

 

The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 – 1933), Saturday 15 September 1928,

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I don’t want tea,” said Clary, with muffled force. “I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them.”
“Unfortunately,” said Hodge, “we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing.

― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

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   Lee Emmett, Australia
 
HIGH TEA

‘give me beverage,’ says mrs average
‘make mine green tea,’ responds mcphee
‘coffee’s my drink,’ asserts dolly pink
‘fuchsia and lemon,’ quips jack devon
‘who wants apple cake?’ asks lambert lake
‘or strawberry jam tart?’ adds doris dart
‘scones and cream cheese,’ mad simon pleads
‘chocolate meringue,’ smiles su-lin chang

 

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I don’t like silk underwear. They don’t do the job, you know? Matt LeBlanc

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Pee when you have the chance.

Because to ignore it is to regret it.

One morning I put my underwear on backwards, and I didn’t notice the mistake until I was standing at a urinal, desperately trying to deal with the impeding cloth barrier.

“Pee early and often”

Never pass up a bathroom.

Two natures beat within my breast. The one is cursed, the other is blessed. The one I love, the other I hate. The one I feed will dominate. – unknown U.S. Marine

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I think that if you have a horse, pegasus, qilin, or unicorn, you should sit on it! You should stroke its hair, whisper in its ear, be one with it! And you shouldn’t feel sorry if other people don’t have one.”

― C. JoyBell C.

All the world is mad save for me and thee, and sometimes I wonder about thee. – Old Quaker saying

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A warrior who had more than he needed would make a feast. He went around and invited the old and needy. . . The man who could thank the food—some worthy old medicine man or warrior—said, “. . . . look to the old, they are worthy of old age; they have seen their days and proven themselves. With the help of the Great Spirit, they have attained a ripe old age. At this age the old can predict or give knowledge or wisdom, whatever it is; it is so. At the end is a cane. You and your family shall get to where the cane is.”

Black Elk, Oglala Sioux holy man

Better a thousand enemies outside the tent than one within it.

Arabic

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The very same adversity can make one bitter and another better. A thoughtful and prayerful study on how to face adversity can change one’s world.

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Smooth seas do not make skilful sailors.

 

Armenian

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“The ship of my life may or may not be sailing on calm and amiable seas. The challenging days of my existence may or may not be bright and promising. Stormy or sunny days, glorious or lonely nights, I maintain an attitude of gratitude. If I insist on being pessimistic, there is always tomorrow. Today I am blessed.”
― Maya Angelou

Turn them tears into cheers

 

Allen Stevenson

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“I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
An if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that
is myself,
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand
or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness,
I can wait.”


–   Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

 

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