Taoist
He was a man of infinite wisdom,
A man with esoteric knowledge
And an alignment with nature.
So affable was he, his people
Cherished his presence whenever
He would roam amongst them.
A shy and timid man by nature,
But with the spirit of a warrior.
Humble in his ways, succinct
With his words. A highly honourable
Soul, that radiated through his eyes.
With his shining brow, he led the way.
Though his people loved him so,
He preferred solitude amongst
The trees and critters of all sorts.
Every person in his tribe, wished
To emulate his Being, but he never
Made them feel unworthy of his time.
He never spoke often, but would
Always listen to those around him
With great reverence and patience.
He would sometimes wander off
Into the woods for days at a time.
Always returning with gifts and
Depending on the season, he would
Also bring back food for all.
‘Til one day, he never returned to
The village. For he just kept on
Wandering farther away.
Some say he was a sacred vision,
Others say he went to pass away.
Whatever the case may be, this man
Was but a man who understood
“The Way.”
My insight into Taoism.
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