Standing still in NYC this weekend (I’m in the Vans), upon noticing a heart-shaped leaf.
As promised to this morning’s Om Athlete class at Equinox, here’s the poem I read by Mary Oliver. I love how it captures the necessity for stillness and quiet sometimes–perhaps on a Sunday. Enjoy!
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.