Stand Walk Run


Wisdom rises…

 
Even as feet feel not
The groundswell.

Wisdom knows…

And It thinks to advance
Ahead of time,
Where obscurities occur
With fitful irregularity,
Forging fearful signs,
Some lurking in the fog,
Others brazenly blocking light.

For even as feet sense not,
And shadows know only to hide,
Rats and giants stalking beneath bird and branch,
Morphing into reality at will,
Satiating appetites' demand,
Caring only that reason prevails.

Obstacles appear…

Wisdom continues to stand and walk,
Steadying against shadowed walls,
Prepared,
Determined.
For such a state understands,
Even as it sometimes limps,
The journey remains
Its quest for light sans shadows.

Wisdom…

 
Runs with its experience of
Water,
Fire,
Bone,
Weapon,
Tool,
Man,
Passing its sagacious baton

To the next thinker at the wait.

For learning knows well how to

Awaken the heart and mind to

Stand, walk and run,
Always aware that to leave the mind unchallenged,
Is to recline in submission,
To succumb to ignorance,

To retreat and become another of

Humankind’s discomfiture.