Florian Weps:
Poetry seems like a great way to express it, but you seem to be dissatisfied with poetic expression. Why?
Language doesn't contain meaning; if it did, then when you first heard someone speak a new language you would understand immediately. And, of course, if language contained meaning we would never misunderstand each other. I once asked Noam Chomsky, the renowned linguist, why he only focused on semantics and never the meaning of language. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said: "Because no one has ever been able to adequately define the meaning of "meaning!" haha
Poetry relies on poetic tropes to elicit a feeling in the audience; tropes are taken from the world around us, from our universal human feelings, etc., and as poets, we send them out hoping that they will strike a 'chord' in the hearer. But what if the hearer doesn't have that particular 'chord', whether it is a kind of experience, or a kind of insight, or a kind of enlightenment? How then are our poetic words going to resonate with them. Sure, perhaps they have a different 'chord' that begins to resonate with our poetic words; but what does that have to do with what our meaning was? Perhaps this is the reason most poets refuse to explain what they meant by a particular poem...
Florian Weps:
Prior Wisdom: every awakening is a private awakening. The Prior Wisdom helps by presenting concepts and words which have been used to communicate it. Thoughts?
I would reply the same way here. 'Concepts' are meaningless, even when they have a super-duper name given to them, unless, through self-experience we have come to an understanding of their 'meaning' hahaha.
Here: Sciomorphogenesis (a super-duper name IMHO

) That, by the way, encapsulates, my entire understanding of reality and I've found it to be very coherent with the entire Tathāgatagarbha Buddhist doctrine as I have understood it. But that is my wisdom (potentially

) and I don't think it will really communicate anything to you. So, again in my opinion, this is the reason why wisdom is most often carried by someone to us, rather than 'picked up' through concepts and names. I imagine it's also why most of us meditate--to find out for ourselves.
Creation
A Mind in which matter
Not Matter in which mind
Becomes, what only matter can be
Oh no, matters not what mind brings
For Mind is limitless matters
And limitless minds
Of all sorts — you, me, sitting under a tree
A beautiful Summer day, naked
Matters little, matters not, for matter is not
Thought is that which matters in the Mind
Literally
Mind pervades nothing — no thing at all
Yet no thing is not nothing
Neither, not a trick of quelques mots
Ni majuscule
Something other, that which brings identity
It is identity that matters within the Mind
For what matter could be anonymous
(Except in the dark minds of the confused)
Even confusion Mind brings
For how else is it possible to sing?
All that matters is the matter which Mind sings
As it silently sings: “mehr, mehr, mehr”
Alone.