nature's family dance at the backyard amphitheater

And so, now, I am standing by the open door.

And now I am stepping down onto the grass.

 

I am touching a few leaves.

I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies

move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field.

 

And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening

is the real work.

 

Maybe the world, without us,

is the real poem.

 

— Mary Oliver, section 1 of “From The Book of Time”

in The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem ☆彡 ☆ミ

 

I live my life in widening circles

that reach out across the world.

I may not ever complete the last one,

but I give myself to it.

 

I circle around God, that primordial tower.

I have been circling for thousands of years,

and I still don't know: am I a falcon,

a storm, or a great song?

 

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours 💫

 

Keane - Somewhere Only We Know

Done