Through the Door of Stillness


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 really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

-Mary Oliver  A Thousand Mornings

Simply thinking quiet thoughts today, praying silent prayers; being still.

Letting God be God...

Be still, and know that I am God.  from Psalm 46:10