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Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and

Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.

Mary Oliver
Inspirational, Sweet, Soul
FaceBook post by Mary Oliver from Mar 28, 2017

This is the first, wildest, and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists, and that it is built entirely out of attention.

Mary Oliver
Soul, Attention, Firsts

And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?

Mary Oliver
Soul, Care, Looks
Mary Oliver (1998). “West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems”, p.61, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.

Mary Oliver
Soul, Listening, My Own

Along with the differences that abide in each of us, there is also in each of us a maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by and companionably with its agitating and inquiring force.

Mary Oliver
Differences, Soul, Stubborn
Mary Oliver (2005). “Long Life: Essays and Other Writings”, p.22, Da Capo Press

You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt,I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.

Mary Oliver
Soul, Doubt, Rowing
Mary Oliver (1998). “West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems”, p.46, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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