A thousand mornings - Mary Oliver

A Thousand Mornings

I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall -
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice
excuse me, I have work to do.

- Mary Oliver

When the poet
went to talk to the sea
and shared with her all his miseries

He realized that 
it was he who would 
have to take the first step. 

No one else 
would begin
for him. 

And hardly anyone
would listen to this music.
And everyone seems busy in their own world. 

Even the vast sea 
has his own song to sing. 
The seeker needs to sing his song 
for himself. No one else helps. 

Not even the vast sea.  
It has its own song to sing.  

The seeker knows
the love of this world
is false. Sing away to swim across!