They study music, but haven’t heard a note.
They study wine, but never drank a sip.
They study paths, but dare not take a step.
They study art, but never lived a feeling.
Do I need their permission to worship God?
Who denies the truth, and who honors it?
Who really submits?
What can you teach me? When I have lived, and you have not?
You can only ask me to obey. And that is not teaching.
You have no fire, with which to kindle.
You seek only to extinguish, to perfect the darkness,
Of the womb you would return to.
You simply do not wish to know.