What is meant by a "true man"?
The true men of old were not afraid.
When they stood alone in their view.
No great exploits. No plans.
If they failed, no sorrow.
No self-congratulation in success.
They scaled cliffs, never dizzy,
Plunged in water, never wet,
Walked through fire and were not burnt.
Thus their knowledge reached all the way
The true men of old
Slept without dreams,
Woke without worries.
Their food was plain.
They breathed deep.
True men breathe from their heels.
Others breathe from their gullets,
Half strangled. In dispute
They heave up arguements
Where the fountains of passion
The heavenly springs
Are soon dry.
The true men of old
Knew no lust of life,
No dread of death.
Their entrance was gladness,
Their exit, yonder,
Easy come, easy go.
They did not forget where from,
Nor ask where to,
Nor drive grimly foward
Fighting their way through life.
They took life as it came, without care;
And went away, yonder,
They had no mind to fight Tao.
They did not try, by their own contriving,
To help Tao along.
These are the ones we call true men.
Minds free, thoughts gone
Brows clear, faces serene.
Were they cool? Only as cool as autumn.
Were they hot? No hotter than spring.
All that comes out of them
Came quiet, like the four seasoons.
Anger, the disciple of violent death, showing no mercy as it takes a childís last breath. Screaming and yelling never giving it a rest, shameful the way the mother chases them from the nest. Frightening away the smiles, thatís what she does best. Strangely so, yet so very sad, an angry father is no dad! Never assume that just because, all are home, that ďall is well.Ē Hostility, is an angry persons tranquility. Without a fight at least one per night, their life just could not be right. Dents on the dashboard, and holes in the wall, beating on defenseless people, is what makes them feel tall. Shouting at people walking in the mall, trying to make them feel so very small, knowing better than fist, words, hurt worst of all. An angry person rises so fast and tall, unfortunately we can never know, on just who, they will fall.
Have you taken time for yourself today?
COME WITH ME AND BE FREE
DONT BE LATE
THERES NEVER TIME FOR HATE
IN RAINBOW LAND
LOVE IS ALL WE UNDERSTAND
THERES NO FIGHTING OR WAR THERE
ONLY PEACE AND LOVE FOR ALL TO SHARE
BONFIRES BURN BRIGHT
DRUMS AND SONGS ARE HEARD ALL NIGHT
IN RAINBOW EVERY ONE IS FAMILY
Oh welcome to this world of fools of pink champagne
and swimming pools where all you have to loose is your
virginity. Perhaps you'll have some fun tonite just stick
around and take a bite of life we don't need feebleness in
Ask good McDuff and Donalbrain so many
good ideas are slain, by those who would'nt dare step out of
line but if I have my way tonight chances are I think I might turn
those sour minds to grapes of wine. Welcome to this world.
Don't judge the boy by what you hear the words are heard
beyond the ear the heart and the mind are focus for this-conversation.
Be abound in mystery if and what you do for me by those around a delusion.
Welcome to this world. --by Mary Parsons
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