Days pass when I forget the mystery.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; caps and bells.
And then
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng’s clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,
rather than void…
– Denise Levertov
*sigh* Perfection.
Beautiful, beautiful… Thank you, Lindsey.
Love her work – thanks for passing this along. You’ve inspired me to use this to open a staff meeting next week; perfect for Advent.
Oh. Yes.
This.
xoxo
I love her work too. I love the idea of her as a queen, surrounded by kowtowing problems 🙂