When you listen to my words,
you say that I sound wise.
If I have shown you how to know peace,
it is because I have been at war with myself for many years.
I can only tell you of the stillness that is possible
because I have been driven there by unceasing restlessness.
The joy you feel flowing from me
has been brewed from great rivers of tears.
All of the pain and the love
I invite you to welcome,
I have long spent turning away.
I know way to the place of belonging,
for I have stumbled and grown lonely on the path many times.
I look upon life with fresh eyes
that have often been blunted and dull.
You watch me move through the world with great ease;
but I know how it feels for body and soul
to be stuck the mud.
I have given to you from my well of abundance
that I sunk in the middle of wide fields of need.
What I know springs from ignorance;
my wise words were once just echoes
that I did not know how to believe.
What I am is made of what I once was.
The lessons I share I’m still learning myself.