1/20/19 Part 2: Robert Talk: The Dharma Wisdom of Mary Oliver

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NOTE: THE GUIDED GROUP MEDITATION AND QIGONG MOVEMENT MEDITATION ARE ON THE "PART 1" VIDEO. DUE TO TECHNICAL PROBLEMS, THE DHARMA GATHERING VIDEO GOT SPLIT INTO TWO SEPARATE VIDEO. PLEASE SEE PART 1 FOR THE GUIDED MEDITATION SEGMENTS.

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THIS RECORDING INCLUDES: THE END OF ANNOUNCEMENTS AND THE DHARMA TALK (BEGINNING AT TIME STAMP 00:04:20)

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AVI REFERRED TO THE NEW WEEKLY LIST OF EVENTS. TO VIEW, CLICK HERE

POET MARY OLIVER DIED THIS PAST WEEK. FOR THIS DHARMA TALK, ROBERT READ FROM SOME OF HER POEMS AND TOOK COMMENTS FROM THE SANGHA. 

 

FOR MORE INFORMATION ON MARY OLIVER, THIS LINK IS FOR HER OBITUARY ON NPR RADIO:

https://www.npr.org/2019/01/17/577380646/beloved-poet-mary-oliver-who-be...

 

HERE ARE THE MARY OLIVER POEMS ROBERT READ:

 
1.  The Journey
 
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save

the only life you could save.

 

 

2.  Wild Geese

 

You do not have to be good.

 

You do not have to walk on your knees

 

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

 

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

 

love what it loves.

 

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

 

Meanwhile the world goes on.

 

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

 

are moving across the landscapes,

 

over the prairies and the deep trees,

 

the mountains and the rivers.

 

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

 

are heading home again.

 

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

 

the world offers itself to your imagination,

 

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting 

 

over and over announcing your place

 

in the family of things.

 

 

3.  The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

 

Date: 
Sunday, January 20, 2019