Age and Wisdom

 

Thinking the thoughts

Is only the first step.

You have to find a way

To make them a part of you.

 

They have to soak down

Deep below the skin

Into the secret place

Where the old self hides:

 

The primal self,

The heir of millennia,

The bashful soul

Unblinking in the dark.

 

Knowledge is nothing

Until it’s instinct,

Sewn into the bones,

Felt in the dangerous heart.