It is wiser to walk a mourning house,
than to feast beneath a gilded roof,
for wisdom gives life,
while money breeds addiction
to the things that glitter.

Consciousness is forgotten,
once we discriminate,
and the infinite disappears
once we separate.

Stories are tears
that let themselves be carried.
Water carries the wisdom of time.
And air carries the wisdom of the mind.
Pure and honest.

We learn to hold
what we cannot yet bear,
receiving wisdom only in the measure
our spirit can reflect.
Wisdom hides in the pause
between muted and wounded words,
where love mirrors wisdom
and wisdom mirrors love,
a still lake where every ripple
returns to the source.

Let the journey begin with humility,
travel through water, air, light and love,
and end with the quiet knowing that
the greatest feast is the wisdom
that lives forever
in the heart’s right hand.