Love What is Mortal
Lightpainting by Dylan Davies and Ben Sanchez
In Blackwater Woods
Look, the trees
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are turning
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their own bodies
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into pillars
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of light,
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are giving off the rich
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fragrance of cinnamon
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and fulfillment,
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the long tapers
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of cattails
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are bursting and floating away over
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the blue shoulders
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of the ponds,
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and every pond,
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no matter what its
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name is, is
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nameless now.
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Every year
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everything
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I have ever learned
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in my lifetime
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leads back to this: the fires
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and the black river of loss
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whose other side
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is salvation,
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whose meaning
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none of us will ever know.
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To live in this world
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you must be able
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to do three things:
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to love what is mortal;
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to hold it
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against your bones knowing
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your own life depends on it;
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and, when the time comes to let it
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go,
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to let it go.
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-Mary Oliver
(American Primitive,
Back Bay Books, 1983)