Embracing our nature

I can’t and won’t anymore
Pretend I am something else
Rather than this humble introvert.
As a good man in need of solitude
I see there is then no better way
Of projecting a bright future for us
Than better knowing ourselves,
Building upon our strengths,
Smoothing out those pesky rough spots,
And taking into account
Those special needs of ours.
Lets stay close
While giving us space
To be.

Marcus Antoninus

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Making virtue my path

virtue path

I chose silence and simplicity to make my home
not because some priests or prophets told me so
but because I felt the less I have the happier I am.

I chose to deeply connect to life and by Nature abide
not because some books or gurus told me so
but out of realization that She is all there is.

I chose to ditch the straitjackets of ritual, dogma and fear
not because I am a hopeless rebel (although perhaps I am)
but because I saw that blind obedience is tool for evil control.

I chose love, compassion and understanding for my social life
not because some customs and laws may say so
but out of sincere appreciation of who we are and what we need.

All my life I tended my garden and served the greater good
if when my final hour comes I meet whatever gods out there,
in all modesty, they won’t have much to complain about.

Go on dear friend, listen to your own noble heart you too,
it is surely full of sincere goodness, you are not sheep in a herd,
be your own shepherd, and make your own virtuous spiritual path.

Marcus Antoninus

At home in wilderness

What else is tranquility
if not this gentle breeze
blowing lazily over the fresh mountain grass?
What else is purity
if not this cold meltwater stream
bringing life to whatever it touches?

Lost on remote mountain passes
living a life simple but full of meaning
amid granite, condors and glaciers
my heart becomes one with the planet
and I find my true self as part of something larger
as a gentle Sun shines upon my inner garden.

Marcus Antoninus

Why blog? A short reflection on why I do write on the internet.

I normally post poetry here, not this sort of essay. In any case, as the subtitle of this site states, the poems are reflections about life and learning to live in this world. So, in a sense, this post does not deviate much of the main purpose of the site.

There are many internet pages delving into blogging, its pros, cons, hows and whys. I often feel interested in this sort of writing, as it gives perspective and I enjoy reading other peoples thoughts about things that matter to me. Today I experienced a completely different level of enjoyment though because I found Deborah Brasket’s wonderful post Touching & Being Touched, Why We Blog.

Deborah beautifully hits the nail on the head about what blogging means to me: to influence and let oneself be influenced by others. This is the essence of what true human interaction means to me, namely to mutually touch and enrich ourselves, intellectually and spiritually. True, lucky people like yours truly may also find this in the normal life outside the internet, but I believe that blogging adds another perspective and depth. There is no better or worse from my viewpoint, as I take them for complementary experiences.

Deborah’s post reminded me of some notes I scratched on one of my little dog-eared notebooks a few years ago, by the time I started these internet adventures. These notes are nothing nearly as profound as Deborah’s post, but reflect what I had in mind when I started these travels. I went back to them and found them still valid, well over five years after being jotted down on low-tech paper! I felt somehow happy and thought that there is some value in sharing these to you, so here is my humble perspective on blogging:

I write a blog because …
… I derive a lot of fun doing it
… I exercise and develop my creative writing
… I share my thoughts about the subjects I am interested in
… I expose my thoughts to people who may challenge them (a positive thing!)
… I connect to people that share those interests
… I contribute to a hopefully illuminating dialogue

I aim to (in order of priority) …
… post rich and meaningful ideas (most important)
… post beautiful texts (more often a wish, rather than a reality)
… post often (less important)

I will stop blogging when …
… I do not longer enjoy it
… I realize the time has come to move on to other things

I find writing very rewarding, and count writing this blog among a handful of things that can make a bad day bearable and a good day radiant. Some years ago I told you why I started doing this, now I said a bit more and added why I could possibly stop doing it some day.

What about you? Why do you blog?

Marcus Antoninus

Hidden

Fragile and ephemeral.
To those unaware eyes.
Crazy flickering lamps,
trembling in the wind.
But appearances are superficial!
See! on the inside there is a mountain,
and within the mountain a deep lake.
Genuine and unique,
self-reliant and authentic.
Behind the veil of softness,
there is an iron will,
a soul committed to the truth
and a spirit no one can defeat.

Marcus Antoninus

Autumn thoughts

I didn’t notice autumn coming
but all of a sudden
I find myself walking and cycling
over dancing dry red yellow leaves
among pine and spruce evergreen
or ancient gray rocks shaped by ice
among blue green choppy lakes
in rain or wind
during strangely warm days
or frost laden nights
when through thin cirrus clouds
the square of Pegasus shines

Marcus Antoninus

Unadorned simplicity

I once placed myself
at just the right distance
from people and things
and only then could I see
the vast web of dependence
of which all of us form part
and without delay I realized
that I need nothing more
than the acceptance and joy
of my bare existence.

Marcus Antoninus