…i
wish
to see,
hope to
touch and
smell, hear,
to taste and to
learn about life, to
.…. become its verve
..someone once said to me
you seemingly are a wise man
quickly, i stepped back and said
..i am but a student in his infancy
wisdom, it cannot be explained, but,
..if one observes the tree stand sturdy
then sway in the wind and the eagle fly
overhead watching us and the mountain
stand grand, quiet and still, there, one will
then observe, witness where wisdom resides
so then if i cease to wish, to be, and escape my
‘self’ to become the tree, standing sturdy and free
to let my ‘self’ fly above to observe the mountain top
just maybe, what is called ‘Wisdom’, will then find me
what is gently without gentle
or softly without soft and
heartfelt without heart
or lovely without love
the day does not
begin without
the night
