You have my full attention.
The river of knowledge runs
Wide and deep. Words mingle
In amongst the fishes; scaling
Depths that know no shiver
Of doubt nor remorse. Winged
Syllables fill the air with resonant
Compulsion; to breathe forth
Lamenting changes in the blossoms
Of the trees. Cranes digest nouns;
And phrases are borne on the winds
Like star-dust blown high into the heavens,
To descend once more
Many centuries from now
Like a rain of thoughts
Caught in ageless time.
To you a lotus flower I shall give,
To show that I am honourable;
With fingers to mouth, and hand
Outstretched; an offering of peace.
My future lays within the earth;
As my sentences reach forth
Carrying the past wisdom into
Present, and present into memory.
Know that you are the receiver
Of such wisdoms, falling from a
Heavenless sky; the receiver of gems
Formed by smiths of consciousness;
And adorning your shoulders
With responsibilities to speak
Take this knowledge forged
Deep within the fires of the earth;
Feel the power of keen spirit within
And forge new wisdoms; new testaments
To the strength of your will,
Measured now only by clarity.