Wisdom grows...

So you've cut up your hide and stretched it,
pegged it down to dry with definite,
sharp-pointed desires,

but have you planted any fruit trees
for the next generation?

Wisdom offered you is like a ball
thrown at a boundary post,

useless as molasses fed to a tawny bull
to help it give more milk!


- Lalla
14th Century North Indian mystic

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From "Naked Song"
Versions by Coleman Barks
Maypop, 1992