WALK SLOW, BOW OFTEN COLLECTION

When I Am Among The Trees 


 

When I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

 

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

 

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

 

And they call again, “It's simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.”

-Poem by Mary Oliver

 

 

The inspiration behind this collection comes from this poem, "art and spirituality" book, & influence by Jackson Pollock and his love of Native American art.