The world is full of wise people
grant me that I be a fool
sadly I can't take lessons from such
myself alone I must school.

How I value my ignorance
wisdom has never been my domain
in the daily classroom of life
I learn word by word, again and again.

Each word speaks to me
more endearing than any teacher can
like a little child I listen to its voice
so tender and kind --never had I heard such from any man.

The world is full of wise men
but to that corridor I could never belong
grant me that I'd never my ignorance disown
only that I should not do wrong.

Einstein was great for his relativity theory
  but so naive in matters of matrimony
  Shouldn't  we say then his emotional intelligence was really low?
  This must have dealt his E=MC squared a deadly blow!

How can I make you
any promise?  Weak
so weak I am-- too many
I made to myself and broke--too ashamed to speak

after the events--damage I would cause you
and your hopes to the ground I'd smash
forgive me, my friend,  myself I can't trust
to say further is mere balderdash.

At night I see
myself
more clearly.

Daylight
obscures
I can't think right.

There is mystery
when the day is done
the mind is set to grasp reality.

Silence rules the night
(day is silly clamour)
the heart's feelings are at their height.

This calmness with none in sight
while sanctity and purity* its cool balms shed
I've touched the sharpest edge of beauty--how I love the night!

Courage speaks loudly
but patience is quiet and infinitely stronger

'It must be true
as not everyone can be fooled'

I walk in my garden
it seems to know me