Because the poem speaks to us...& so do goats.
No, we don't own any goats but we sure do love 'em.
You've seen a herd of goats going down to the water.
The lame and dreamy goat brings up the rear.
There are worried faces about that one, but now they're laughing
because, look, as they return, the goat is leading!
There are many different kinds of knowing.
The lame goat's kind is a branch that traces back to the roots of presence.
Learn from the lame goat, and lead the herd home.
Jelaluddin Rumi (1207 - 1273), mystical Sufi poet