Simplicity on the Other Side of Complexity
Parker Palmer celebrates the act of finding clarity in one's life through the poetry of Mary Oliver and listening to the trees.
Oliver Wendell Holmes said, "For the simplicity that lies this side of complexity, I would not give a fig, but for the simplicity that lies on the other side of complexity, I would give my life."
One of the many things I love about Mary Oliver's poetry is that she faces squarely into the complexity of our lives on "this side" of things — and then points us toward the simplicity that lies on the other side of our confusions and illusions.
Here's a beautiful poem in which she says that she is "so distant from the hope of myself" as she wants to be — me too! — but then listens to the trees explain why "It's simple."
So I'm going to go out and listen to the trees for a while this afternoon.
When I Am Among the Trees
from Mary Oliver's Thirst: Poems
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."