wisdom
to
have
to have wood enough for the fire to come full circle around it and feel its primal pull stirring a deep and dwindling warmth
to have sat long enough in place to watch our shadows lengthen and not rush to light the way wrapped tightly in the turn of day and night
to have walked a path shared by so few not to escape the world but reach it again and know how close is our return waiting in the freedom beyond fear
to have no sight behind walls, around corners to search not to find but to feel and take wisdom in place of answers yielding to a lightness of heart
to have eaten from the bush to have drunk from the stream as nature brushes each sense in turn
is to have had enough
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