Fields of treasure
The Bright Field
I have seen the sun break through
And illuminate a small field for a while
And gone my way and forgotten it.
But that was the pearl of great price,
The one field that had treasure in it….
Life is not hurrying on to a receding future
Nor hankering after an imagined past.
It is the turning aside… to a brightness
that seems as transitory as your youth once,
but is the [freedom] that awaits you.
– RS Thomas (ed Maitripushpa)
With a bow
Maitripushpa
