To feel everything in every way; to be able to think with the emotions and feel with the mind;

not to desire much except with the imagination; to suffer with haughtiness;

to see clearly so as to write accurately; to know oneself through diplomacy and dissimulation;

to become naturalized as a different person, with all the necessary documents;

in short, to use all sensations but only on the inside, peeling them all down to God

and then wrapping everything up again and putting it back in the shop window

like the sales assistant I can see from here with the small tins of a new brand of shoe polish.

To stop trying to understand, to stop analyzing.

To see ourselves as we see nature, to view our impressions as we view a field-

that is true wisdom.

~Fernando Pessoa

how will I measure my sincere trust?

inquiry for today~ and you? what is your true wisdom?

wondering how…

When we were eight or nine when

my father took us kite flying

on Jones Beach where the

wind off the Atlantic was

strong.

I remember the tug and lift

of my kite, so fierce, it pulled

me down the beach.

My brother’s kite tumbled.

He chased it on the ground,

getting tangled in its string.

But mine swept out of my

hand, swiftly joining the sky.

I fell, knees to the sand, in

awe.

Now, sixty-five years later,

it’s clear that dreams are like

kites. We can haul them in

and chase them on the ground.

Or let them pull us along and

bring us alive on their way

to live in the sky.

~Mark Nepo