You don’t want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story – – –
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive….mary oliver
I’ve always been touched by Mary Oliver’s words every time I read her poems. For those who are followers to my earlier blog, you might have noticed that I’ve quoted her words now and then and there are times when I am simply amazed how she could aptly describe such feelings that I want to put into words too. I can imagine a world where you find peace of mind, happiness and sense of belonging even when you’re alone.
In one of our road trips in Tanay, Rizal, I found these pretty rattan hammocks suspended between mahogany trees in one corner of the vast gardens of Regina Rica, a place of prayer and worship where nature brings you to a world of peace and solace. Imagine a few hours of silence while quietly swinging in the hammock with the afternoon breeze gently playing with your hair.
Alone with nature, thinking of what life was and how you wanted it to be, thinking of why sometimes things happen that makes you sad, just like some of those people you meet on the road of life with sad smiles on their faces. The smiles tell such pain they feel. And she continues:
And you know
what a smile means,
I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
whoever I was, I was
for a little while…
I could truly relate, I could feel what she’s trying to say. I know what pain is and for a while there, the tears gently flow while I read her words and takes the lesson to heart, surviving amidst this busy cosmos called life.