The other day, a visiting yoga instructor began and ended class with this poem. The focus of the month at the studio is the heart chakra, which the pink peony can open, bringing awareness to the importance of those around us. She didn’t mention that, but I wonder if she knows it from her chakra reading or possibly intuitively. Peonies is a powerful poem and I want to share it with you all. If you have a favorite peony fragrance, please comment below. I don’t have one, and would love to discover a fragrance that captures this dynamic flower.

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?
from New And Selected Poems by Mary Oliver
(c) Mary Oliver
Peony No. 5780 by kariherer on etsy.com
Posted by ~Trish

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