Always there are wizards. <br /> <br />They don’t hide themselves. <br /> <br />That would be wrong for them. <br /> <br />They don’t advertise themselves. <br /> <br />That would be wrong for them. <br /> <br />They wait. <br /> <br />That could be boring. Or painful, even. <br /> <br />But that’s their job. <br /> <br />There may be one in the next street. <br /> <br />You need to look. <br /> <br />Then they meet you halfway. <br /> <br />They may look like anybody. Or nobody. Or everybody. <br /> <br />When you go to them, they may dress up in cloak and pointed hat. <br /> <br />That’s just symbolic. <br /> <br />Just at the point of the hat, there’s space. <br /> <br />That’s what they’ll tell you about. <br /> <br />That space is full. <br /> <br />Like your heart. <br /> <br />No one cares much about wizards. <br /> <br />Except those who seek them. <br /> <br />Wizards are wise. <br /> <br />But only if you ask them questions. <br /> <br />Then the answer comes out of space. <br /> <br />And lives in your heart. <br /> <br />Of course.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0192-always-there-is-wisdom/
