Wisdom

Bump, thump. Here I am. Don't talk, don't speak. Listen. Everything is just fine. Achieving is a silent road. Whisper your thoughts. Shhh, listen. Change is a shift of wind, subtle hints and blaring moves.

        Don't talk, don't speak, don't whisper, don't mutter. I feel, don't interject that which is done.

        I suggest a twist. Soul can be found without bowing to the graces of the masses.  Existing in a world between heaven and earth, an earthiest as the great Edward Abbey so eloquently put, I stand for what I stand on. Don't travel through with judgment. Just listen, it isn't a hard concept.

Stealing from the reserves now.

        Subjective moods, intricate thoughts, you don't know how you arrived here, but it's staring at you bold and forefront. Don't direct it. This isn't a production.

         It's a thought on the tip of your mind. Guilt is a terrible controlling factor. Till there is nothing left it will bleed you to submission. Shh, don't talk, don't mutter. I wanted to move to this side of the fence. Waving good-bye to the coat that weighted my shoulders. Goodnight darling. I move into the column of memory. 

         I'm still here, it's the end of the song. New composition, a composer of life, shhh be open. Might I suggest a new suitcase. For the first time, I understand what's contained in my luggage. With each nod of agreement, these lessons I drag around seem lighter.

Is that where the strenght of wisdom prevails from?