Remarks

Let me not claim to see.
Let me not claim to know.
Let me know—that I do not know!
What freedom!
What discovery!

To awaken the burning desire.
The new resolve.
To journey through the desert.
To turn over every rock.
To burn one’s eyes in the Sun.
To risk!

O lover of Wisdom—
You must take that risk.
You must traverse the wilderness.
You must abandon yourself.
You must bow down low.

For wisdom sits not with the proud,
With those who falsely claim to know.

Wisdom sits with the humble,
in yearning desire,
in the heart that steers itself to her shores,
in the homeless vagabond,
who begs at her door.