The Stoic’s Poem

When in the present,

Life moves incredibly fast;

This may be why the egoic mind

Attempts to perpetuate somberness,

Because then time feels solid

And like all has stopped

Along with the beat of the heart;

It deceives itself into believing that stagnancy

Is safety and wholeheartedness

But life naturally refrains from stagnation

And flows despite its gentle poise of stillness

The flowers still grow.

I reflect upon my earlier years

And they all feel like yesterdays –

I reflect upon my accomplishments

And as to whether the masses will ever

Read the prolific amount of effort that I

Put forth to develop and ground myself

Into the highest human being possible;

It is okay if they do not,

Though it is a gift for them

As it is for me –

All of my stories, all of my movies,

They crave a life of their own and

Still will beyond me –

How grateful for this life

I am –

How grateful for all of this love

I am –

As the body grows closer to death

Despite its soulless soul being eternal,

The mind occasionally projects fearful fantasies

Of what’s to come or what may come,

Attempting to have control over

What it has no ability to control –

When the depth of the Divine is finally met

Out of the necessity for the Higher Self to

Peacefully and fruitfully live,

A greater peace shall then fill you –

I wish that all experience impromptu laughter

And the shared energy with all living things –

I wish that all experience the tingling cloak

Of love that life has to endlessly

And graciously offer –

In the darkest hours of solitude

The light shines the brightest

Despite what the mind may cry;

Observe the cycles of Nature

And let the pain subside –

Beyond the clouds

Is the sun,

Beyond the night

Is the stars,

Beyond the life

Is life itself.

2023 Michael Angel Loayza Jr.

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