Look outside and you’ll understand how to act,
spring brings with it life, budding
are the flowers which were once, dormant
during the winter, snow
covered ground, giving the illusion of death, before
the frost there were brittle amber leaves, which rested
among the yellowing grass, bright
it once was, a summer ago,
a sea of emerald waved with the breeze, freshened
by previous spring’s rain.
In ancient times, the great
philosophers taught their wisdom, to
whoever wished, Stoics
got their name from stoa, a
covered walkway for the public to listen, openly
their thoughts on life and how one should act, like
nature, one just had to listen.
Nature talks, gives lectures, instructs
on how to behave, yet
we are blind to it, deaf
to the words, don’t
see how it changes itself, cyclical
it becomes anew, changing
and not demanding change in others, while
it remains the same.
Nature shows its difference from us,
mankind, womankind, all kind
which often demands change, of
others, yet
don’t change themselves, easier
to judge than be judged, simpler
to point the finger at others, than
point at oneself, don’t
tell me that I am living in contrary to my spirit, instead
show me your oneness with your own spirit, perhaps
then, I’ll change.
Learned Living 