Poem for a Sunday

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.

-Mary Oliver

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  • Baxter Clare Trautman

    I quote this poem often to myself – a crucial reminder in this world of incessant demands that sometimes you just have to not do or be anything. And yes, the world will carry on quite well without me!