A mentor with an outstretched hand
on your shoulder,
shows you the futility of wanting.
A role model, a blooming narcissus,
teaches the sacredness of rust—
an oracle that gives speech
to something silent.
He advises, If you feel sad,
feel sadder— until you smile.
The path up and down is one and the same.
You don’t always have to be first in line.
Listen to the tabernacle of silence—
respect the sovereignty of stillness,
and subtract the should.
Only suffering is real.