My Quest for Gold
author’s note:
If a quest didn’t present us with one frustration after another…
…would the quest really be worth our time and effort?
MY QUEST FOR GOLD
Years ago
someone said:
look--
can you see the gold
in this piece?
Well, yes--
when I stopped, I could--
though only dimly at first
yet enough to wake in me
the desire to see
the gold of this world
because when I saw, I felt
the gold within me
then saw more clearly
then felt more.
Such pursuits qualify as quests.
But alas
to search for the ideal
creates frustration:
what I was told was gold
often didn’t touch me
and what had once touched me
might later feel like silver
or sometimes even lead
when I returned
hoping for a repeat
of the first feeling.
But then someone said:
if open your eyes more fully--
focus yourself completely--
you can find gold
in any ordinary thing.
What a joy to realize
the truth of that beautiful sentiment
(even if the vision lasted
for only a few touching moments).
Following that discovery
I could have led
the blissful existence of the aesthete.
But no
I felt driven to respond
to all the gold I found
by trying to create
some gold of my own.
A quest with even more frustration.
My hope is:
maybe occasionally my failures
will come close enough
to the sublime reality
to touch a memory
and in that way, help you locate
some gold you’ve misplaced.
What I Learned While Alone: poetry ebook
© 2021, Michael R. Patton
If a quest didn’t present us with one frustration after another…
…would the quest really be worth our time and effort?
MY QUEST FOR GOLD
Years ago
someone said:
look--
can you see the gold
in this piece?
Well, yes--
when I stopped, I could--
though only dimly at first
yet enough to wake in me
the desire to see
the gold of this world
because when I saw, I felt
the gold within me
then saw more clearly
then felt more.
Such pursuits qualify as quests.
But alas
to search for the ideal
creates frustration:
what I was told was gold
often didn’t touch me
and what had once touched me
might later feel like silver
or sometimes even lead
when I returned
hoping for a repeat
of the first feeling.
But then someone said:
if open your eyes more fully--
focus yourself completely--
you can find gold
in any ordinary thing.
What a joy to realize
the truth of that beautiful sentiment
(even if the vision lasted
for only a few touching moments).
Following that discovery
I could have led
the blissful existence of the aesthete.
But no
I felt driven to respond
to all the gold I found
by trying to create
some gold of my own.
A quest with even more frustration.
My hope is:
maybe occasionally my failures
will come close enough
to the sublime reality
to touch a memory
and in that way, help you locate
some gold you’ve misplaced.
What I Learned While Alone: poetry ebook
© 2021, Michael R. Patton
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