and they behave like children – <br />always themselves, and always natural, <br />all they do is natural; <br />they seem to be as expert untaught children; <br />and yet, they are not childish, <br />nor like novices; <br />appear to be accomplished; yet <br />not weighty; wisdom <br />not a burden or a badge to them; <br />nor the severity of teachers; <br />but question them, they answer, sweetly; <br />loving them, we love ourselves the more; <br /> <br />they are bright, in every way; <br />light – like dancers on the stage, <br />their simplicity <br />lovely to the sight; they live simply, <br />as if things they need <br />just come to them; <br />living without anything attached to life <br />because they love to live in freedom, <br />love to live as limitless; <br />like swans, like lotus flowers, <br />they float on the lake <br />of their own stillness; <br /> <br />no single thing <br />attracts them, yet <br />every thing around them shines; <br />shines of itself, as if it shines for them; <br /> <br />and when they speak, you hear - <br />the sound that shining makes.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdom-18/
