Wisdom asks nothing more
that is to say
there is no want
no pressing need
that is to say
a silence of extraneous
appetite

the fox that knows nothing
of its reputation
for stealth and cunning
the rose ignorant
of its beauty or
the nightingale deaf
to its own song

poetry of the day
from sunrise to sunset
of breath and the untiring heart
of love that offers all
but makes no demands
that dwells content
in a realm beyond words
that knows instinctively
when to act and when
to demur and so demurs

John Lyons