Wise Old Man

A dedication to all wise people out there who get ridiculed or fell out of place for their beliefs, and different views on how they view this reality. Explore the mysteries and unknown, don't fear it or judge it before you experience it. Always be open.

Long ago, on a grassy, green hill, lived a very wise old man,

 

With pretty radical theories, there were many not a fan.

 

Objects thrown at him every time he attempted a speech,

 

He wanted to show but at the same time was afraid to teach.

 

Everyday, early in the morning, he could be seen practicing Tai Chi,

 

In the afternoon, he was seen quietly, meditating under a tree.

 

Anytime around his presence you would feel his strong, inner glow,

 

Reaffirming to himself mentally, and daily, " I will master the flow."

 

Everyday at nine, you could count on there always being a huge crowd,

 

But speaking against the king, his rules, was not wise and not allowed.

 

"See your king wants me dead for telling you all, who you really are deep down,"

 

"As the only way he survives, is off the energy your fear turns into a frown."

 

"He wants you to be his invisible slave, obey the law,  and not to resist,"

 

"Give up fear and doubt and only let, love, gratitude, and peace exist."

 

"For I am always with you in spirit in that quiet place inside your mind,"

 

"Only available to those that chose freedom its' treasure to find."

 

One day, soldiers came along and beat the old man until he was dead,

 

Mourners came in flocks, for knowledge was planted inside their head.

 

Three days later at nine, a green orb appeared before everyone's view,

 

Turning, white in being the old man the king had killed and knew.

 

Once more, he said, " We're all eternal beings, spirit never dies."

 

Vanishing, the crowd remember all his words of wisdom, and cries.