Summer Morning by Mary Oliver Heart, I implore you, its time to come back from the dark, it's morning, the hills are pink and the roses whatever they felt in the valley of night are opening now their soft dresses, their leaves are shining. Why are you laggard? Sure you have seen this a thousand times, which isn't half enough. Let the world have its way with you, luminous as it is with mystery and pain~ graced as it is with the ordinary.
The Yoga Goat 
LOVE Mary Oliver! I know you do too! Thanks for her lovely poem.
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We share that love! Love you too!
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Amy, “Let the world have its way with you”. I am so ready! Thank you so much! L:Ove, Libby
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Me too! Love you!
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