Looking for Gold
A flavor like wild honey begins
when you cross the river. On a sandbar
sunlight stretches out its limbs, or is it
a sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?
You forget about gold. You stare — and a flavor
is rising all the time from the trees.
Back from the river, over by a thick
forest, you feel the tide of wild honey
flooding your plans, flooding the hours
till they waver forward looking back. They can’t
return: that river divides more than
two sides of your life. The only way
is farther, breathing that country, becoming
wise in its flavor, a native of the sun.
– William Stafford
Special thanks to LS for sharing this powm with me.
I must admit, I don’t understand this.. can you offer what resonates with you?
That’s a very nice verse.
There are other ways to experience such things… sometimes in ones own little place, where the honey resides in your own beehive and you get to know the bees creating it for you.
If you sit down by them long enough in the green grass they’ll tell you about their gathering, worthy labors, the making, and the sun warmed taste of whatever blossom they visited that day.
Hi Dave,
Wonderful site, wonderful news. Glad to hear you are well. Congrats on the exhibit! Please email me – I miss you much!
Your pal,
John
Hi Dave!
Super glad to hear you’ll be in town. I cant wait to see you. I have a plastic Nixon head of yours LOL… I cant bring myself to part with it. You were the best roommate ever.
Wonderful site! Vivid words. I look forward to reading more of what is here. (side bar)>I have been doing Bikram Yoga for a few months, 9 days in a row was my max out point
18 would shrink me to the size of a puppet. lol
Big hug! Nettie
Hey Nettie!
Glad that the Nixon-head is alive and well!
I have to admit that my yoga practice is a bit off the mark these days – I’ve been doing some here while I am in Seattle, but not at the level I was before I left Budapest.
Sorry we missed you the other weekend – hope to catch-up again before I leave at the end of Sep.
Hugs!
David