Wisdom sits quiet, resting deep in the shade,
A lone gentle beacon no chaos can invade.
It rose from old heartache, from lessons of pain,
A lantern lit softly through loss and through rain.
It murmurs of living with kindness as guide,
Meeting your shadows with arms open wide.
It teaches the soul how to breathe and begin,
To honour your scars and find peace from within.
It calls you to stillness where true selves awaken,
Where nothing is missing, forgotten, or taken.
In that sacred silence, your spirit drifts free
Life finds its true meaning when you come home to thee.
Sir @Diego,
Amazing poem. The message is pure and straight. Funny though, while I was reading this, I had a strange and rather scary feeling of the delicate balance that wisdoms may keep. I feel a striking encapsulation of wisdom can throughout the crescents of the Yin and Yang halves. TO an extent that it feels to be as the foundation glue of those halves.
What do you think?
The Law of Gender - We are balance of both.
Seek to understand then to be understood.
