William Stafford Poem: The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes amongthings that change. But it doesn’t change.
There’s a thread you follow. It goes amongthings that change. But it doesn’t change.
Being is not what but whom. It is Presence in whom and before whom we show ourselves. Let us ride our lives like natural beasts . . .
No matter what comes up—aching bones, boredom, falling asleep, or the wildest thoughts an emotions—we develop a loyalty to our experience.
Can you find the shape, form, and gesture that carry you into that most tender core where failure finally ceases to have any meaning at all?
In order to arrive there, to arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, you must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.