Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.”
— Mary Oliver  (1935-2019)

Rest in peace dear Mary. Thank you for a your gifts and good, good medicine. See you in the unknown world you were such a good lover to.