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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 |