Vain - Poem by Kim Schilling
Vain are those who decree
What is real and what is not
Having experienced neither
Still they moralize to others.
Claiming to seek only truth and enlightenment
But harvesting from only shallow mines.
They close their wits in pompous fashion
Backs turned towards the genuine educators.
As the sanctimonious were before them
Limited to what should and should not be.
Failing not only themselves
Failing all who do not question.
Who are they to say when voices are not real?
They might benefit to silence themselves and listen.
Cowardly to refute what is seen by the pupils before them
Growth might be had by observing through genuine eyes.
Closed off to their own senses and those around them
Have them inside to taste and feel and smell the recollections.
Unable to comprehend another’s realities
Shielding themselves from what they do not know.
Not embracing the trueness exposed to them.
They speak from behind the safety of books
They do not believe what others believe.
They do not see what others see.
They do not hear what others hear.
Never looking up to account for their ineptness.
Brightly tagged and stacked neatly
To be forever filed away
These humble pupils ….
What priceless gifts they would give.
What endless lessons they would teach
To those who are humble and bare open hearts.
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