I met a wizard
One day by a creek;
I sat down and listened
When he started to speak.
He spoke of the nature
Of space and of time —
He said they’re illusions
Construed in our minds.
He said we were born
From the ashes of stars,
And that some of my kids
Will be living on Mars!
He said that the grass
Was every color but green,
There’s no future and no past,
But only — in-between,
In other dimensions,
Beyond the known three,
Inertial momentum
Becomes gravity,
He told me of things
So amazing and grand,
That most of his words
I could not understand.
He saw my confusion,
To him I was blind;
He said the solution
Was to open my mind.
He reached in his pocket
And smiling at me,
He pulled out a locket
And inside was a key,
He said, “Take this with you,
Wherever you go,
And in turn, you will learn
Everything you must know.”
So I started my quest
To look for a door
That the key would unlock —
So I could learn more.
I searched every cranny
And all little nooks,
In streets and in alleys
And even in books,
I searched a whole life-time
For that hidden door;
I searched every why, when,
where, and what for.
Then one day it hit me
I must have been blind
Not to see that the key
Had really opened my mind,
And now I’m a wizard
And I’m telling you
If you sit down and listen
I can make you one too:
Take this old key
Try every door
You can find,
And one day you’ll see
That you have opened
Your mind.
michaeljordahl 