Thursday, 16 October 2008

Married To Amazement

By way of 'surfing' some blogs recently I came across this beautiful poem. It touched me incredibly deeply and I am posting it here for your own meditation. However, please visit the blog Conversing With Paradise where it was originally posted and let Jeff (as well as I) know how much you enjoyed it!

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Mary Oliver

Posting this may appear to be something of a cop out, but this could not be further from the truth. There is something so very powerful in the poem, the whole feeling of embracing life and running with it. For us, as Magickal Beings, we would want to take this further, to be sure, but as a springboard for journeying and meditation, I think this is wonderful.

I hope you like it too!


Anonymous said...

Why a cop out? I love this, and paraphrasing it would never have done it justice. I'd actually like to have this read out at my funeral! That sounds morbid, but not really...

Andy said...

I love it too, and I've considered having it read at my funeral! I guess I just felt a bit cheeky, copying it from another blog!

Mary said...

Too cool...

I've tagged you on my blog, darling. Have a look and follow through!