Aphorisms to the Anonymous
If you can get answers
From asking the wrong questions
Then it proves you have lived
If you have fallen in love
Then you know
Short cuts make long delays
The journey is when
Everyone helps to hold up the sky
The one person
Does not become tired
So is it with art
We all give a piece of ourselves
To the color book of humanity
I’m going to write a poem
Forging a tongue on truth’s anvil
Because I never found
A good teacher, so
I read a lot of books
I having a generous eye
Was blessed with the appreciation
I gave the bread of my soul
To the poor and became a beggar
For more spirit than I could
Ever consume or unite with
I’ll sleep for myself
But I will dream for others.
Wuji Seshat 
It is said that when you are ready, your teacher will appear.
Well I can only hope my teacher is a woman.
That would be a plus!