The wise love wisely. <br /> <br />It’s said, that when the truly wise <br />surface from their sleep, <br />they see nought but heavenly blue <br />in which the world then gently, slowly shapes itself <br />as if this whole created world were but <br />a single act of love; and within that love, <br />their love is wisdom, knowledge, law; <br />as they emerge from their wise sleep, <br />this is what they are. <br /> <br />The wise love wisely; when they look at you, <br />(you who maybe meet them for <br />the first time; offer them perhaps <br />a flower from too hot a hand, <br />a fruit, a handkerchief… <br />or meet them by some heavenly accident, <br />they, like a comet through your life) <br /> <br />and their first so wise glance at you <br />sees nought but your perfection; <br />they do not doubt that you are they, <br />that they are you; and while they’re here <br />you share all this with them; <br />you’ve met yourself; for this <br />is what you are.. <br /> <br />The wise are careful lovers <br />for love is care, and care is charity; <br />and yet the wise are widest, wildest, <br />most romantic lovers: <br />they throw, they strew their love <br />on all and every one and thing without a further thought, <br />offering simply, lawful freedom, happiness; <br />bidding love well as it flies away, <br />wishing you themself; <br />wishing you, yourself; <br /> <br />The wise love wisely; <br />for they know the secret law of love: <br />the more it’s given, the more there is <br />to give. <br /> <br />The wise love wisely; <br />so, they wear a wise disguise; <br />they look like you and me; because <br />we are that same disguise.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisely-love-the-wise/
