The Price of Wisdom

Wisdom is hard to earn

The name of the currency

Is your life

Is your hope

That is hard to handle

This is not what I dreamed of

But this is my destiny

To pay a price

So high

That I will never make it

In the real world

That is the price of being

Called “Wise”

The Path, El Camino

This is

Something

Very different

Empty spaces

The path to wisdom

Is obscured by

All the things

Surrounding us

When we stop

Walking the path

Disappears

Movement is direction

If nothing else

Forest

Happy to leave

The crazy city

Finding peace of mind

Under the gigantic

Fur tree

Like a protection

From an unforgiving

Sky

Spring

Insight is like

A cold and clear spring

On a summers day

The best knowledge

Is that things will never

Be done for you

Your feelings need to

Be discovered

Your shadow will

Always follow you

Wherever you go

Harmony

In an unknown

Landscape, I find

My self as well

In the depth of the night

That feeling rests

With me a few short

Moments in the morning

Disintegration

 

Now and again

I am back at being

A young boy

Being told

By others

About how much problem

I have an that I need

Professional care to manage

I believed that for a long time

Until I realized that I am a house

And that a house does not need

A bike or a car but a good roof