How can we insure
with each passing year, we’ll grow
wiser, more compassionate?
~
We must be like gods:
hearts open, desires known,
from ourselves no secrets hid.
How can we insure
with each passing year, we’ll grow
wiser, more compassionate?
~
We must be like gods:
hearts open, desires known,
from ourselves no secrets hid.
How can we come to
understand others
when we barely know ourselves?
~
Insight is quite rare.
It’s pretty scary inside there.
So much easier just to stare!