this humming grows swelters
wanting to be fed, demanding
a response.
so when the wise have been questioned
by the idealistic
on how to live well, on how to conquer a good life
they begin to sing softly
under their breath,
their heartsongs
in response.
confused the students of the wise stumble away
angered at the perceived silence and unconvinced.
They scowl and feed the growing buzzings and hummings
meeting its demands for knowledge and wealth
and filling their faces and voices with the expressions and words
that the hummings require.
They live like this for awhile, tossing late at night, turning, and tossing
and wondering if tomorrow they will have enough left to devote to
satiating the hunger.
Then the idealistic, after time, if fortunate, become wise.
They realize nothing can satisfy, nothing can fulfill or cover the emptiness that loudly demands to be filled.
and instead they begin to fight.
They let the other sounds, the ones so easily ignored and overwhelmed by the distractors
slowly come forth
their time is now filled with observation and joy, the quietness of integrity and truth in living,
and this, as is only learned by experience, is what they do when asked by the idealistic how to live well.
they smile softly, and sing their heartsongs, the only ones that can quiet all of the noise that tries to take over. nothing can conquer life, but the heartsongs,
these are the life.
