Smartly Dumb, Dumbly Smart
Smartly Dumb, Dumbly Smart
There are days
when I have been the wisest person alive.
At least in my own mind.
Every answer seemed obvious,
every opinion felt profound,
every path appeared clear.
And there are days
when I have been the greatest fool.
Not necessarily in the eyes of others,
but within myself.
The same mind
that built castles of certainty yesterday
wanders lost in fog today.
So how shall I trust it?
How do I know
whether a thought is intelligent
or merely dressed in intelligence?
How do I know
whether a doubt is ignorance
or the beginning of wisdom?
The possibility remains:
That I may be dumbly smart—
clever enough to deceive myself.
Or smartly dumb—
humble enough to know I do not know.
The mind wears many masks.
One day it speaks as a philosopher,
another day as a fool.
One day it conquers the world,
another day it cannot find its own way home.
And so I ask myself:
Why be carried away
by either smartness or stupidity?
Why build a throne from praise
or a prison from self-doubt?
After anger passes,
Clouds drift across the sky.
Some are dark.
Some are bright.
The sky remains untouched.
Thoughts arise.
Some appear wise.
Some appear foolish.
Awareness watches them all.
Perhaps freedom is not in becoming smarter.
Perhaps freedom is simply this:
To smile gently
when wisdom visits,
and smile gently
when foolishness arrives,
knowing neither stays long enough
to become who I am.
— Dosti Regmi
everyone becomes a Buddha.
The question is not:
"Are you wise?"
The question is:
"Did wisdom arrive in time?"
Clouds drift across the sky.
Some are dark.
Some are bright.
The sky remains untouched.
Thoughts arise.
Some appear wise.
Some appear foolish.
Awareness watches them all.
Perhaps freedom is not in becoming smarter.
Perhaps freedom is simply this:
To smile gently
when wisdom visits,
and smile gently
when foolishness arrives,
knowing neither stays long enough
to become who I am.
— Dosti Regmi
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