If you're John Muir you want trees to live among. If you're Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it. • When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow. Anything that touches. • God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely. • Some words will never leave God's mouth, no matter how hard you listen. • In all the works of Beethoven, you will not find a single lie. • All important ideas must include the trees, the mountains, and the rivers. • To understand many things you must reach out of your own condition. • For how many years did I wander slowly through the forest. What wonder and glory I would have missed had I ever been in a hurry! • Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still it explains nothing. • The point is, you're you, and that's for keeps.
This poem is excerpted with permission from Mary Oliver’s latest collection of poetry, Felicity, published by Penguin Press in October, 2015.