The Student

The forest and the streams

Have their knowledge

The wisdom of the ages

Resides serenely

In the eyes of the fawn.

And I, a traveller

Of the lesson road,

Stagger reluctantly forward

Gathering morsels of information

Where I can.

But never enough.

What small solace

When limit deems condition?

The nemesis, one's state of mind?

Never to absorb

But only surface,

Reward to enlighten and fulfill.

The need to know

What sages never said

What written word

Could never comprehend.

Grasping with the soul

For seductive lore

I stumble

Ever the glutton

The selfish purveyor of argument.

The ogre of experience

Is welcome

Lest ignorance cause defeat

Or satisfaction

Become substantial character.

How I hunger and I thirst

For what only the gods could know

And I could only hope to understand.