This is a poem I wrote about a particular philosopher and my own experiences... O, the King stood tall against the Winds And asked, “Have I not built a grand kingdom, worthy of the Lord of Lords? Day may become the eve’ And my Kingdom should stand even in distant seasons!” But Winter came, And The King shivered his first, “Tighten the doors, build the fires! Keep the warmth to us!” he shouted, and his subjects bolted the doors and carried in the fire wood. “Certainly my Kingdom will reign now!” The King stood proudly, And yet his heart grew great shields of ice, “Tend to the fire!” He shouted, And yet he grew ever colder. “A thousand fires in our Kingdom’s name! A thousand walls and a dozen arms for every Knight!” And his word was done. The King grew colder still. And distant lands knew not how to greet him. “A thousand titles, in our Kingdom’s name! A thousand names for a each man, woman and child!” And his word was done. The King grew colder still. And distant lands knew not what to say. Only a dozen Blizzards passed, And the King stood still, As silent as the ice before him, His subjects huddled to their fires, And the livestock grew ill. “What has become of our king!” Asked his people, But he did not respond. Cold as the ice before his feet, his eyes a frozen blue. “Would a kingdom last,” asked a solitary monk, “If the King had not first tended to the fire of the soul?” “Alas, we had built our Reign upon an icy heart.” Months would pass, and come the spring, the fires would quiet and the King, made of ice, would stand no more. Had he from the very start, seen how ice and fire, lightning and streams, do come and go, he might had built his Kingdom upon the untouched warmth of soul!
Well written! I have been a part of this kind of disillusionment. As painful as it is, you can take heart in the fact that you have learned from the experience. If we are learning we are growing - and escaping the death of stagnation.
