Not everything

Not everything

I learned a lot from the dead,

yet not everything,

not the sweetness of flesh,

not how blackbirds can sing

I drew some wisdom from books,

yet not everything,

not the words on the wind,

not how clouds dance in spring

I got a lot from the past,

yet not everything,

not the light of today,

not the joy your lips bring

Hugo of the Fool’s Cross, 31.10.2014