I think my very first meeting of Mary Oliver's poetry was in Philip Carr-Gomm's "The Druid Way" where Philip quotes from "The Wild Geese", it remains one of my favourite poems. Mary Oliver combines a keen observation of the minutiae and magnificence of nature with deep insight into what it is to be human. At the same time her work has the polish of a master; the craft is invisible and the poem shines.
The Buddha's Last Instruction
"Make of yourself a light"
said the Buddha,
before he died.
I think of this every morning
as the east begins
to tear off its many clouds
of darkness, to send up the first
signal-a white fan
streaked with pink and violet,
An old man, he lay down
between two sala trees,
and he might have said anything,
knowing it was his final hour.
The light burns upward,
it thickens and settles over the fields.
Around him, the villagers gathered
and stretched forward to listen.
Even before the sun itself
hangs, disattached, in the blue air,
I am touched everywhere
by its ocean of yellow waves.
No doubt he thought of everything
that had happened in his difficult life.
And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire-
clearly I'm not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
Slowly, beneath the branches,
he raised his head.
He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.