
In memory of Mary Oliver and cherry blossoms
… And under the trees, beyond time´s
brittle drift,
I stood like Adam in his lonely garden
On that first morning, shaken out of
sleep,
Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the
leaves,
Like tissue on some vast incredible gift.
– Mary Oliver, Morning in a New Land
Mary Oliver, American poet and my soul mentor, crossed the threshold yesterday Between the Worlds. Sunset has some deeper meaning for me. I cannot quite grasp it or capture it in words. Not yet.
„What is worthy of the moments and sunrises ahead?“, I asked the old cherry tree in the vineyard. It did not blossom last year. Who else remembers the orgy of blossoms, wine, tears and goddess evocations it celebrated?


2 Kommentare
Harald
Oida Oida…. schee….
Mehmet Akıncı
Dear Nancy, I’m so happy that you are healthy 🙂