i am livid today

i really do believe that what goes around comes around. if you live carelessly in this world the world will be ruthless back. there are things that we learned as children-- the little boy who called wolf: nothing good comes from a lie, the crow that sang "love, love, love is the answer and love is the reason we're hear," and of course, the golden fucking rule. someone didn't get the message. which leads me to this: the worst thing is to see the people you love cry and not be able to do anything to make it better except read them mary oliver poems and hope that she will save them the way she has saved you countless times.

In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

~ Mary Oliver ~