The mind builds roads That go both somewhere and nowhere – Also, the mind likes to place stone blocks in strict order So people know where to sit.
On the other hand, the heart flies – The heart is the sky – And knowing God, Has nothing to fear.
Philosophers cherish their large paper collections While churlishly competing for second place – The cheering stops as soon as they start wearing Learning like brass and silver medals Covering proud European chests.
It’s true that God actually hates theology And dismisses, out of hand, the latest philosophical trends – Instead, God prefers to dance – Before eventually changing into a fountain of joy.
Today, I take my little whisk broom And brush away dust From the books in my library – But, the best thing of all, Is the expansive green space outside medieval windows Where the lawn is held close within surrounding stone walls Like a green heart deep inside ancient wisdom.