Where to find the one who knows so much

Where to find the one who knows so much, but not the facts that lie scattered through books? Where to seek out the one who never betrayed God? If there's a road at all, it's hard, way too hard. Where to find the one who's always here, who, while taking off, remembers he'll land? How to find a portal to that many-sided world and flutter out there, a bird set free from its cage. How to find the one who, inside of you, whiled away eternity, just silently waiting. How to find him and not lose him again — in thousands of passing faces you can recognise your own. Where to find the one who'll surely teach, without saying a word, how to fill a conversation. Not to bore with an endless monologue. To think and to dream in a timeless dimension. How to find the one who'll scrub the memory clean, not letting you get lost in a moment. And that glacier is bound to melt soon, to pour from the heavens as rain to save us all. Millions of words, myriads of dreams, the world is boundless, and we're so lonely. How to find yourself and not get lost? Go ask the stars — they can tell you. All in different processes, but with a common finale. Barely started, we'll finish way too fast. Not to fear losing what we've stored up. To learn to respect all that lives in the whole world. And not to destroy, not just by deed, but even by word. To share your roof, and if not your riches, then your catch. Not to gossip, not to judge, not to look with reproach. In chorus, to do a great big mountain of good deeds.