Wisdom Paths

Originally posted 11/3/2012.  

When wisdom arrives, it is moving slowly.
It was not sent. It followed
its own path to us.

It says, when asked, “I am here
because this path
brought me here.”

We know what happens next
because our path brought us here
and we understood what would meet us 

at the end. Mountains
at the edge of the scene nod, and 
the long hair of the meadows waves its assent.

As wisdom serenely kills us, 
we accept it with the understanding
that this catastrophe has come to instruct us

because we seem
forever incapable
of learning without it.