When I finished this, it made me think of a poem I read last night by Hafiz:
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
I wouldn't embarrass you dubbing you a sage, Scott; but, I am willing to embarrass you by saying I always appreciate your droppings. It is joyous to see you still stubbornly drinking from the deeper well, offering your conversations of invitation.
When I finished this, it made me think of a poem I read last night by Hafiz:
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
I wouldn't embarrass you dubbing you a sage, Scott; but, I am willing to embarrass you by saying I always appreciate your droppings. It is joyous to see you still stubbornly drinking from the deeper well, offering your conversations of invitation.
And Sir Michael, we're due for a cheers!
“Many people suffer at the boundaries of their identity.” Brilliant and beautiful as ever, Scott.