Wisdom Sits In Mountain Mist Poem by Terence George Craddock

Wisdom Sits In Mountain Mist

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I am ripe with the wisdom of my sand acquired age
I am ripe with the wisdom of time grey haired age
I am ripe with wisdom I sip meditated life lesson age

seeds of learning grow strong blossom in my soul
seeds of learning strained before this incarnated soul
seeds of learning reaped infused in this body life soul

I move among men unseen a wisp spectre of mist
I weary pass last lessons embodied in life lesson mist
I sit slip unseen into my cave in the mountain of mist


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wisdom
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written in October 2015 on the 7.10.2015.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mihaela Pirjol 14 October 2015

I like the feeling I get while reading this poem; a feeling of serenity, like when you are in a meditative state of mind, free from the burden of too much reality...

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