Kite Flying

A poem, by Mary Oliver: 

Invitation

Oh do you have time

  to linger

     for just a little while

         out of your busy

and very important day

  for the goldfinches

      that have gathered

          in a field of thistles

for a musical battle, 

  to see who can sing

      the highest note, 

           or the lowest,

or the most expressive of mirth, 

  or the most tender?

       Their strong, blunt beaks

            drink the air

as they strive

  melodiously

      not for your sake

           and not for mine

and not for the sake of winning

  but for sheer delight and gratitude--

      believe us, they say, 

           it is a serious thing

just to be alive

  on this fresh morning

       in this broken world.

           I beg of you, 

do not walk by

  without pausing

       to attend to this

           rather ridiculous performance.

It could mean something.

  It could mean everything. 

       It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote: 

           You must change your life. 

from, Red Bird 

Learn from Isaac: Walk with a purpose.