So I walked up

The mountain to talk

To the wise man

Upon my arrival and

Before I could speak

He launched into a

Litany of complaints about

A hundred different things

Finally I said geez

Old man you need

To get out more

He turned and said

And go where where

Does the wise man

Go to complain when

Everyone else comes to

Him to complain perhaps

You should stay there

As I stay here

And figure yourself out

As I do too

I have been blessed

With the wisdom of

No where to go

And nothing to prove

No where to look

And nothing to have

No one to love

And nothing to leave

I can simply sit

Here enjoying the sunrise

And reveling the sunset

Knowing that things in-between

Have been absolutely perfect

One who you see

As peaceful and calm

Doesn’t mean that he

Has no demons it

Simply means that his

Demons no longer have

Him there’s a difference

The funny thing about

Vision is that it

Don’t require eye sight

It does require heart

So just as love

One must learn to

Trust what one cannot

See in order to

Create something extraordinarily beautiful

That only kindred hearts

Are capable of seeing