What is there Beyond Knowing?

What is there beyond knowing that keeps
calling to me?  I can’t

turn in any direcion
but it’s there.  I don’t mean

the leaves’ grip and shine or even the thrush’s
silk song, but the far-off

fires, for example,
of the stars, heaven’s slowly turning

theater of light, or the wind
playful with its breath;

or time that’s always rushing forward or standing still

in the same moment.

What I know
I could put into a pack

as if it were bread and cheese, and carry it
on one shoulder,

important and honorable, but SO small!
While everything else continues, unexplained

and unexplainable.

How wonderful it is
to follow a thought quietly

to its logical end.
I have done this a few times.

But mostly I just stand in the dark field,
in the middle of the world,

breathing,

in and out.

Life so far doesn’t have any other name
but breath & light,
wind and rain.

If there’s a temple, I haven’t found it yet.

I simply go on drifting, in the heaven of the grass
and
the weeds.

~ The Divine Mary Oliver,  Poet who inspires me

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