Approaching Wisdom

One of these days I'll understand something

While there have been times I feel wise

There are times I feel dull minded and empty

Wisdom, like death, is something I am always approaching

Something I never quite reach

I am talking about feeling wise not being wise

I'm not sure they are different

I don't feel wise enough to tell the difference

I suspect being wise has to do with following impulse

Doing what feels right and not second guessing

As I take time to look inside

I begin to believe I am approaching wisdom

I understand better the relative value of events

I no longer reach crisis over a dropped ice cream

In the wake of the terror of lost lives and loves

The joy of a warm day after a long cold winter

I can relax and feel a cool breeze and cooler rain

I can look in awe at the sky and wonder

If I'll discover a new color in the evening clouds

Now I wonder if wisdom is approaching me

© Paul Viel 2002