its logical end.
I have done this a few times.
mostly I just stand in the dark field,
in the middle of the world, breathing
and out. Life so far doesn't have any other name
but breath and light, wind and rain.
there's a temple, I haven't found it yet.
I simply go on drifting, in the heaven of the grass
and the weeds.
~ Mary Oliver ~
( New and Selected Poems Volume Two )