שיר נפלא על ידע מול טעם החיים של מרי אוליבר

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 and 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.
– Mary Oliver
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