Mary Oliver’s Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way


If you have trouble finding “the right place for yourself,” like me,  this poem might help. I seem to crave both city excitement and natural calmness. The two don’t often pair well but like the two flavors of sweet and spicy, when the experiences do work well, its magic…like Central Park in NYC or Lake Shore Drive in Chicago. What would be the geographical equivalent of a red curry with pineapple, or tandoori chicken with raita?

Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way: A Poem

If you're John Muir you want trees to 
live among. If you're Emily, a garden
will do. 
Try to find the right place for yourself. 
If you can't find it, at least dream of it. 


When one is alone and lonely, the body
gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, 
or splashes into the cold river, or
pushes through the ice-crusted snow. 

Anything that touches. 


God, or the gods, are invisible, quite
understandable. But holiness is visible, 


Some words will never leave God's mouth, 
no matter how hard you listen.  


In all the works of Beethoven, you will 
not find a single lie.


All important ideas must include the trees,
the mountains, and the rivers. 


To understand many things you must reach out 
of your own condition. 


For how many years did I wander slowly 
through the forest. What wonder and 
glory I would have missed had I ever been
in a hurry!


Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still
it explains nothing. 


The point is, you're you, and that's for keeps.


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