Blessed are the eloquent

Blessed are the eloquent

With questions

As weapons

Sharp as blades

A cut above the bluff

Of ignorance

The bluster of knowledge

Packaged as privilege

Persuade me

Without prejudice

Move me in

Increments

As soft as snowy down

With ripples

As gentle as a baby’s sigh

A warm summer shower

Words demand attention

When they are formulated

With intent

To engage in a process

Of revision

Enlightenment is progress

Whisper me

A proverb

There will be magic

In the rhythm

It is music

To dance me into

Another meaning

Without needing to try

It is painless

The richness of words

Is a thing of infinite

Pliability

Rules are there to be rewritten

With empathy

To the sensitivities

Of the truth seekers

Who barely rest

In their quest

To redefine the sublime

To decodify beauty

Hiding

In the language

Of the everyday

When a true reveal

Is to acknowledge

The presence of

One unshakable truth

Simple, unremarkable

Universal

Wisdom is to know

When to stop.