Poem St. Educator

Poem By Michael Cook

One may believe whatever he chooses, or not
Having only to chase great skill, or not, but why?
A few select learning, or music, the grandest or not
Truly and all, the mind rules all, only for those who try
May you be one or few or who be you? Be gone!
I do not have the time to teach you...

Comments about Poem St. Educator

This poem reminds me of eastern spiritual and wisdom literature I have braved in the past. You're left feeling like you've received something of import, but it's meaning won't be clear until something happens or enough time passes. Lovely, L&T

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