THE HONEY GATHERERS

Sitting in the enclosed space which has been constructed around the old Jaina shrine, Jane and I reflected on the forest. I was sketching, but Jane wrote down her thoughts:

I can gather a fragment

And put it in my bag.

A stick or stone or seed.

I can pick, carry, shift and shunt

Things from there to here.

I can make a decoration

And arrange the shapes and colours

But I can’t hold the forest

Even in my mind.