A poem via Penguin Books. Other published material is accessible at public libraries or in bookstores. (Scroll down for 9/11 TRUTH 9-14-26.) — MCM
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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