Wisdom, a Bhutan inpired poem
Jan 8, 2011Wisdom
Of many men of many days Just two are subject of this song, They live their lives in different way, But let’s not judge who’s right, who’s wrong. The first one had most stubborn eyes, If there’s a mount he came across, He had to reach up to its highs Regardless rain or fog or frost. And if a sparkle of a fear Hid in a corner of his heart He fought for it to disappear For he and fear lived apart. The second man had gentle hands, He’d stare for hours at a rose And sing her love and magic chants That at a moonlight he’d compose. And at the ocean’s yellow sands When sun would open sleepy eyes He’d greet it with a morning dance And watch its beauty slowly rise. If chance brought these two to one place, They wouldn’t catch each other’s sight; One would stroll up with rapid pace, While other’s dreaming in sunlight. This not-so-accidental miss Is not a problem whatsoever. This story has a subtle twist These two are one man however. When first one tests the strength of will The second’s heart is pierced by sword; When latter sits at river still The first one is so deadly bored. What’s wisdom? It’s an art of knowing Which rose to love, which mount to climb, Each inner world, expressed and growing, To have its peace, its place, its time.
Today I woke up feeling unhappy. I identified at least three reasons that would explain this phenomenon: I had a difficult week at work; I wasn’t anywhere close to where I wanted to be in respect to the $1,000,000 fundraising goal for Worldwide Orphans; I haven’t written a blog posting in four weeks.
In my introspection it became clear that there was no one else to blame for any of these
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