Don't Forget The Way
March 21, 2004

This is a possibly enigmatic little poem that I like anyway, for it has a Rumi-esque quality. Whatever my deep self could have meant by 'scribe', I am not certain. The dictionary definition doesn't entirely help:

1 : one of a learned class in ancient Israel through New Testament times studying the Scriptures and serving as copyists, editors, teachers, and jurists
2 a : an official or public secretary or clerk b : a copier of manuscripts
3 : WRITER; specifically : JOURNALIST

Possibly the scribes are the 'learned class' of today.

Despite this ambiguity, I like it anyway. Or possibly, because of this ambiguity, I like it.

Don't Forget The Way

Was it not this beauty
for so long
you've been seeking?
Don't stop at the side wall!
Keep going the long way around.
You know what to do.
Stop typing and start living.
Action will come
as action is lived
from one to another.
The seeds of your inspiration are everywhere.
Take them down
like fine silt floating,
immerse yourself.
This is not just an experiment,
though it is an experiment.
Nobles are laughing.
Nobles are not laughing.
Who has the gem?
It appears and reappears,
blink and blink again.
"I was once a wise man,
then I forgot the way."
Let that not be your fate.
Scribes are waiting.

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