One or two things are all you need
to travel over the blue pond, over the deep
roughage of the trees and through the stiff
flowers of lightning–––some deep
memory of pleasure, some cutting
knowledge of pain.
For years and years I struggled
just to love my life. And then
rose weightless, in the wind,
“Don’t love your life
too much,” it said,
into the world.
––– Mary Oliver, lines from “One or Two Things”