Thursday, August 30, 2018

what the heart wants

See then 
what the heart wants,
that pliable iron
sprung to the poppy's redness,
the honey's gold, winged
as the heron-lit water is:
by reflecting.
As an aged elephant answers
the slightest, first gesture of hand,
it puts itself at the mercy -
utterly docile, the forces
that brought it there vanished,
fold into fold.
And the old-ice ivory, the unstartlable
black of the eye that has traveled so far 
with the fringed, peripheral howdah
swaying behind, look mildly back
as it swings the whole bulk of the body
close to the ground.  Over and over
it does this, bends to what asks.
Whatever asks, heart kneels and offers to bear.

~ Jane Hirshfield
from The October Palace


Mystic Meandering said...

I keep coming back to read this post... I just love the lines about the elephant, esp, "...bends to what asks, whatever asks, heart kneels and offers to bear." So poignant. I must remember this too, to bow the heart to what is asked of it... to whatever life brings to bear... Very timely for me at this time in my life...