Wisdom's momentum
as an impetuous stream
flows with strong splashing
rich foams and noises
to sparkle, to shake, to wake up
But when the water
of the knowledge's poured
in a swamp with no exit
stays stagnated still
Real-life stops growing in there
If there's a fissure
liquid spirit escapes through
to become a cool creek
which to other people
generates fertilizing
As a stream toward the sea
quenches the thirst of the earth
the same the creative mind should
overflow its wealth
to fellow souls' growing
