(something old, something new) She woke from the East, the cradle of ancient wisdom Caught a glimpse of new born stars along the way (something borrowed, something blue) Her gown radiant with the borrowed light Blue were the lovers, now where could they hide? *** This evening's full moon was exquisite in a clear sky, with a … Continue reading something old, something new
certitude for sure hardens society (open up to possibilities, perceptions) knowledge consciously clutters minds (ponder over the depth of Alif*) wisdom clears your heart with poise (submerge into the clarity of silence) observation subtly soothes the soul (kindle your awareness from within) certitude, for sure restrains the promise of infinity *** * Alif is the first letter of … Continue reading certitude, for sure
amidst muted colors we saw no evil blaring sound but we heard no evil with ambiguous words no evil we spoke heads buried in the sand wise monkeys we are
always place a touch of doubt hiding behind faith if there is an answer for everything from where shall questions come? know that it is quite in order to know less, or even to know nothing rather than know too much knowledge is a power with immense responsibility which is perhaps why it is said … Continue reading a touch of doubt
though you may be wiser than wisdom the moment you acknowledge it you become more ignorant than ignorance
Now I lay me down to sleep Im praying for wisdom To know that All I know Is that I know nothing Only then I will truly be awake
The other evening, I had a lovely poetic interaction on Twitter with Vlad. It was worth saving so here goes, beginning with my poem Seeds of Wisdom. seeds of wisdom were planted by elders but we divided the land each clan neglected to water the seeds now we mourn weeds of disunity Your mind is … Continue reading An interaction about thoughts and lies
there beyond wisdom the sun sets on dreams unfulfilled because someone somewhere sometime proclaimed them senseless ... what if...?