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

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Creed

At home in the Universe
how could we not see and feel
the sacred essence of Nature
all around us, deep, wonderful and true!
Oh see and feel! She is all there is!
because Her rhythms pervade everything
because Her laws make no exceptions
because nothing escapes Her vast mesh
In and beyond time and space
She is the only realm
in which whatever did and will exist
can become and connect!
How could I ever express my devotion
using this my poor limited language
as I see, think and feel
Nature you are Being and Becoming
Nature you are the Way
Praised be Her,
Nature, our sacred Mother,
I am forever your devotee.

Marcus Antoninus

Authentic

Lost and found in this world
This is what I got
This is what I became
Some strange and unique mesh
Of heart, spirit and mind
Of history, company, upbringing and luck
How could I ever pretend
That I am someone else?
How could I ever hide
Behind some curtain to fit in?
For better or worse
I now am who I am
The one who that child became
The seed of the one I will become

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

Resurgence

out of this entangled mess
I need to brake and emerge
put my burned out soul to rest
back to my passion connect myself
set to bloom and grow again
in a meaningful resurgence
for whatever is left of my days
the late spring of my heart

Marcus Antoninus

In this life

a timid winter Sun sets
over a thousand years ruins
once mighty monument
now rubble and dust
as I walk back to my path
I shiver at the thought
of the hubris and wrath
these old stones did command
now conquered by the bush
while the suffering and pain
went lost in the haze of time
I cannot help but reflect
how much of today’s sweat and stress
are already condemned
to become future rubble and ruins

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