To gain wisdom is not to claw answers out of the fabric of things but to listen to the meaning already present in them. Wisdom understands the stillness of stone, the river’s persistent flow, the world silently orbiting another sun. Wisdom already knows not all questions can be answered and not all meaning is shaped by human hands or heads or hearts. Wisdom leans close to the unspoken, to the fall of light on an empty field, to the sound of a loom that shapes a pattern it can not understand. And in this leaning, the wise become stewards of meaning, ensuring the thread between what can know, what can learn, and what simply is, remains unbroken.
After my first marriage broke up and I was living in a house on the family farm. The house had a small front porch that faced the west and miles of flat open farmland. If I had a stressful day, I could sit on the porch drink a beer and watch the sun go down. I would do my best to let my troubles sink away with the sun.
What simply lays unbroken. It's as if the unbroken is there only till its broken. I love this idea of seeing a future of a thing that hasn't happened yet. Great poem
Hi Paul, this is an exquisite poem! You reveal the mystery. Also, Paul, I love your book”An Assembly of Words”! Thank you for publishing it. Sincerely, Daniel
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You always find something simple and sublime in the physical world that opens a window to the transcendent… “the sound of a loom
that shapes a pattern
it can not understand.”
I could instantly hear what I’d never heard before. Your work is filled with treasures like that. Thank you.
That’s true, Joshua. Sometimes I see a flock of birds flying across the sky, weaving a pattern I can’t understand, but the birds certainly do.
I’m always glad to see you here, Joshua—Thanks, as always, for reading and commenting.
After my first marriage broke up and I was living in a house on the family farm. The house had a small front porch that faced the west and miles of flat open farmland. If I had a stressful day, I could sit on the porch drink a beer and watch the sun go down. I would do my best to let my troubles sink away with the sun.
I can understand that, Paul.
What simply lays unbroken. It's as if the unbroken is there only till its broken. I love this idea of seeing a future of a thing that hasn't happened yet. Great poem
Really love this one
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ross--I appreciate it.
Love this Paul, it is something I feel in bones…but to see it come to life in words strengthens it! “the meaning already
present in them.”
Thank you, Andrea.
Hi Paul, this is an exquisite poem! You reveal the mystery. Also, Paul, I love your book”An Assembly of Words”! Thank you for publishing it. Sincerely, Daniel
Thank you, Daniel. Glad the book arrived safely!