Whispering Wisdom

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I wander foreign paths, searching for truth. Truth I
Never notice on more familiar roads. I know
Wisdom is often unearthed when listening. Listening
To whispers. Whispers of the voiceless. What I seek
Hides in soft songs crickets sing under crescent moon.
I’m listening. I’m carefully listening. Proud
To hear, to recognize the simple strikes, the simple sparks
Seized through scholarship, sizzling softly in calm, cloudy night.
But I cry. I cry for more. So much more.
I need to know. I need to
Know, to listen, to laugh, to learn
Just enough today,
To carry me. Carry me to tomorrow. I want to
Keep listening, keep learning, keep
Trying. I need to keep learning. I need to.
I need to keep living.