they wrote down yoga that you might remember,
not that you might know and teach the masses;
they didn’t care about scholars in white chairs
who in books allow their souls to be devoured
nor did they care about the acrobats of the fair,
who in mirrors allow their souls to become sour
no. wisdom is a memory of what’s brought to light
that the rest of us don’t forget our earthly plight
that you might remember to feel the brilliant sun
that you everywhere hear love of two that’s sung
rainy days give soft rhythm for your soul to drink
to dream what your parents never allowed you to think
I write this down that you might also remember you
to feel what cannot be written, to be what true.
The Mysteries of Plato 