new poem

(Blooming in spite of)

Wisdom is felt,
Not necessarily understood...
But it is also the foundation
Of understanding.
Kind of like the skeleton
That your body
Has as it foundation

Experience is not the measure
Of days you've been alive.
It's is paying attention
to a process
of Nourishment

...it is the compost heap
Of the soul

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