WISDOM OF THE ORIENT
We of the West link wisdom with the East
That modicum of mankind called truth
Think of ourselves as half-grown against
As perpetual, inexperienced youth.
Hear as gospel at grandfather's knee
About these mysterious lands
Magical carpets that sail through air
Glide easily across the sands.
Know of knotty problems that perplex us here
But solved there with skill
Almost divine at the turn of things
Since defies with dexterity our will.
Love, that measure with which we're judged
Emotional, telling, and real
Painted with a brush a different color
And plied with just as much zeal.
Our instinct says they're right, you know,
In juggling disparate parts
Is it the distance, now shrunk to a mill,
Or conviction deep in our hearts?