Of wisdoms found
And wisdoms lost
Wisdoms over-written

Time-worn wisdoms
Worn out
Worn down
Worn through and through

Worn like a cloak
Like a shield
Or wielded
Like a sword

Bon mots
Of thought

Here collected
Erased
Memorized
Forgotten

Fragments of
Fragmentation

Misjudged
Misunderstood
Misapprehended
Mistaken

The nattering
Incessant
Of those
Who tell
But do not ask
Themselves

And should not
     Yes
     There’s the rub
Instead be
Silent

Who am I?

This wall
Has no wisdom
For me

Words
They clutter up
My consciousness

Lead me astray
Turn me away
From where I find
The one true I
Deep inside

I breathe
Let go

In quiet mind
At the core
Of silence find
The I that is not I
But All
And One

That is all
I need to know
This simple wisdom

All are One

What more is there
To ask?