window for wisdom

by walterdoege

I am here…returning…cause I need to write…writing is a form of conversation even if my reader I don’t know…who is…writing is a kind of conversation…the wisdom I refer is when I open the window…see the outer side and the day and the morning and I try to see a wisdom…watching to sky, by morning…I seek for a wisdom I can see…I can look…I can touch…I can realize…but wisdom is a form of living…I guess loving is the only wisdom…rooted in my experience…I open the window by morning and I pursuit wisdom…I can feel on my hearth…I can feel on my soul…I like very much soul, rock and blues music…I open the window by morning…and I build my wisdom…the only possibility…I see my wisdom clear by night…a little wisdom…a big wisdom…one wisdom I guess: loving