One day, the wise ones will float without
The depth of their wisdom will be
Because their knowledge will be so far
superior to mine, I can only attempt
this clumsy description.
The wise ones will be careful
as someone who crosses a frozen
Alert, like one who is aware of danger.
Courteous, like a visiting houseguest.
Essential, like uncarved wood.
Dark and hollow, like caves.
Who among us can be patient and wait
quietly, while the mud settles
and the water clears by itself?
Who among us can remain open
and receptive enough
slowly into life?