So I think it would be a good time to share another poem from Mary Oliver's book, Red Bird. The only thing is, Which one do I share? they are all so wonderful. Ok, here goes. Hope you like this one.
"There Is a Place Beyond Ambition"
When the flute players
couldn't think of what to say next
they laid down their pipes,
then they lay down themselves
beside the river
and just listened.
Some of them, after a while,
and disappeared back inside the busy town.
But the rest--
so quiet, not even thoughtful--
are still there,
Our woods--our winter world.