Sages

Scribes who know the taste of the wind

spill the lips of its message

to ever bless with their transcendental bliss.

How they love to help and guide

even if they always fall down,

their noses pointing to the sky

who cares the bruises on their shins?

 

For wisdom is the issue that cries to be heard

not whether one ever applies it

unto that gulf in life

where the person falls into a pit

while constantly gazing at the clouds.

 

So spare me the jewels of a mind

that are mere shards of delusion

those fractures thoughts,

which only lead to bleeding.

 

I don’t want a cook book

written by a person

that only creates food poisoning

with the recipes,

nor do I crave

swimming lesson

from someone that has never

been in the water.

 

If only they had lips

able to silence their sermons

when having ears

so lacking in ability

to hear what is said.