Among the Flux

Take a deepening breath in. On the exhale feel the spirit quieting and holding you until you grow easy. Release the fluxing. Go swimming.

“Swimming, One Day in August” by Mary Oliver*

    It is now, I said,
    for the deepening and quieting of the spirit
    among the flux of happenings.

    Something had pestered me so much
    I thought my heart would break.
    I mean, the mechanical part.

    I went down in the afternoon
    to the sea
    which held me, until I grew easy.

    About tomorrow, who knows anything.
    Except that it will be time, again,
    for the deepening and quieting of the spirit.

*from Red Bird: Poems (Beacon Press, 2008)

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