Spoken words never heard.
It was not because they were not said,
No, I was not so fortunate.
Thoughts shared, thoughts returned,
the wrapping never disturbed
except by the handling,
which left it tattered and worn.
Ignorance held, kept the glass full,
and a full glass can take no more knowledge.
Was I also guilty of this?
Certainly, for in my ignorance,
I assumed you would wish not to be.
This poem was inspired from an excerpt of “Zen Flesh Zen Bones”. Unfortunately, I do not currently have my copy near me to share with you the exact story, but I will endeavor to do so in the morning, so if you are interested, try checking back then.