Always there are wizards.
They don’t hide themselves.
That would be wrong for them.
They don’t advertise themselves.
That would be wrong for them.
They wait.
That could be boring. Or painful, even.
But that’s their job.
There may be one in the next street.
You need to look.
Then they meet you halfway.
They may look like anybody. Or nobody. Or everybody.
When you go to them, they may dress up in cloak and pointed hat.
That’s just symbolic.
Just at the point of the hat, there’s space.
That’s what they’ll tell you about.
That space is full.
Like your heart.
No one cares much about wizards.
Except those who seek them.
Wizards are wise.
But only if you ask them questions.
Then the answer comes out of space.
And lives in your heart.
Of course.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0192-always-there-is-wisdom/
