Adventure 607: Half Moon Bay/Post E

My Bunny commented that maybe I've been emitting a few too many negative waves, so despite the fact that I'm smothered by the sludge of oleaginous deceit, I'm choosing today to bathe myself in the perspective of Mary Oliver. In that vein, I'm taking the day off.

Today

Today 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 I'm traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

Mary Oliver