I wrote a check to a court reporter for over $650.
Whatever makes them worth that?
Is anything I do worth $650 for a morning’s work?
Well…
I hope not.
I hope my work is priceless,
no,
a pearl without price.,
no,
a parable without price,
free.
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cash flow // gone
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How much is your precious life worth?
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 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?
Mary Oliver
The Summer Day
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A question asked for eons.
Who made the world?
Why am I here?
In our arrogance humans only
think we ask this question.
Maybe the grasshoppers do, too.
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Yes. Hubris. Meaning is at the center of something, maybe the trees. I would love to know what questions the trees are asking.