16 April 2008

Rumination on the power of those three words

You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.
You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.
~Pablo Neruda~

3 comments:

Sabrina said...

You just united two people I find very talented, with a little bit of magic in their lives.

Octavine Illustration said...

thank you for the inspiration...i was greatly in need of some beautiful words to cheers up my day.

HollyG said...

Your kind words were exactly what I needed...thank you thank you thank you.