It is said that
Every day you get a little wiser.
Every day
I get a little older,
And I know more stuff,
But I don’t feel wise
At all.
I thought wise was when you know
all the secrets
and knowledge there is to know.
But
Every day
in my wiseness
All I get to know
Is the expanse of my ignorance
And the bliss that came with it.
Wiseness, I think,
Is not when you know.
Wiseness is
The feeling lodged in your throat–
The heart skipping a beat–
The hot tears flushing your cheeks–
Perhaps wiseness is simply
When you know what you don’t know you know
The realization of knowing that you don’t know.