Monday, February 21, 2011

untitled poem

If I had a child

I would tell him that

information is

not wisdom, the wise

do not inundate

themselves, the deluge

does not carry them

as waves tossed by wind,

they do not follow,

seeking acceptance

or approbation,

by those who noise.

That knowing all is

not the essential

matter for acting

but rather gaps and



are often better

for well-doing than

pretence to having

either sure command

or omniscience.

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