When you listen to my words you say that I sound wise.
If I have shown you how to know peace, it is because I have been at war with myself for many years.
I can only tell you of the stillness that is possible because I have been driven there by unceasing restlessness.
The joy you feel flowing from me has been brewed from great rivers of tears.
All of the pain and the love that I tell you to welcome I have long spent turning away.
I know way to the place of belonging for I have stumbled and grown lonely on the path many times.
I look upon life with fresh eyes that have often been blunted and dull.
You watch me move with great ease but I know how it feels for body and soul to be stuck the mud.
What I know comes from ignorance. My wise words were once just echoes that I did not know how to believe.
What I am is made of what I once was. The lessons I share I’m still learning myself.