Saturday, October 13, 2012

Wise

I wonder when one is quiet.

Then I begin to question:  Why is she or he quiet?

Or, I judge them.

To be wise is to be silent it seems.

Silent when unsure. 

One is wise when she or he is is author of her or his own words.

They embrace their actions, their lives.

They own them selves.

For a long time, I depended on books and notes of others.

Then, I looked into my heart.

There I savored what I owned.

It was mine to give, to share.

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