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In today's episode, we will be reading the following letters:
Letter 5 - On the Philosopher's Mean
Letter 6 - On Sharing Knowledge
Today we begin our journey through 'The Tao of Seneca: Letters from a Stoic Master'. Seneca was a great Stoic Philosopher and his letters are full of wisdom and life lessons. In this episode we will be reading the following letters:
Letter 1 - On Saving Time
Letter 2 - On Discursiveness in Reading
Letter 3 - On True and False Friendship
Letter 4 - On the Terrors of Death
I hope that you all enjoy these letters and that they may help you along your own journey!
Thank you for joining me, you are a beautiful ray of sunshine :)
Hell, Hell and Again:
To hell with hell It can’t be any worse, Than my next new poem Than this next new verse. To hell with hell I have heard them say, You can’t touch me I’m like a sunny day. To hell with hell There’s water all around, If I’m ever sent to hell There’s always water underground To hell with hell Hell stand up and face me, But then hell just might Take a pen and erase me. To hell with hell I’m big, bad and bold, It’s going to take a fight For all hell to take hold. To hell with hell Even after I’m gone, When all of my children Still will sing my love song. To hell with hell To this I don’t worry, For I have a friend Her name is snow flurry. And even if hell It’s just for a while, The heat will be off, This love, hell’s snow child.
Always Fooled, Always Myself:
I am my own torturer. The pain is my payment On the bills of my pleasures. The damned laugh forever Knowing there’s no escape, We all make our own prisons And bake all our own cakes. There is free delivery, No tip is required, And the words spoken Came from lips of the liars. Although I had sense But always short of a dollar, The laundry could never Get the ring off my collar. And the odds are in life, Of recouping your losses, Are like trees in the forrest, All cut to make crosses. And never buy a car, And never buy a casket, Just deliver all the bread And always keep the basket.
Life's Children:
Life is my mistress But suffering is my wife. I have spawned two sons They are Victory and Defeat. Each of them has two daughters. Victory’s daughters are Destiny and Desire, Defeat has daughters, Misery and Despair. Destiny and Desire each have two sons. Sons of Destiny are Wisdom and Knowledge, Sons of Desire are Passion and Courage. Misery has sons Sorrow and Pain, Despair has sons Anguish and Heartbreak. Each of them has two daughters. Sorrow has daughters Broken Dreams and Broken Promises, Pain has daughters Torture and Insanity. Daughters of Anguish are Alcohol and Drugs, Daughters of heartbreak are Lust and Greed. Yes, they all meet at my house daily. What is my house, my house is called, The World…
Fire Petals:
May the petals of the Lotus Blossom Tree, Shower your dreams with great ecstasy. May the showers of the Spring time, Water your knowledge and cultivate you’re being. Yesterday is gone, it will never come back, So gather wood now and build you a shack. A well lighted fire is a signal to all, I’m buried right here so come back in the Fall. Burning flowers, sweet ashes of rose, Long live the writers of nonsense and prose.
Seeds of Mine:
I’m just a timeless river, I travel to here and there, Always on the look-out, and telling others beware. I was given this job, by whom I don’t know, Some days I have a shovel, some days there’s just a hoe. And all throughout the world, many seeds that I do sow, Some will hunger, some will pain, But some will rise to live again.
Times-Signs:
Just a sign of the times I heard someone say, That people are turning Much early to gray. The colors are forming A message to send Is this the beginning Or getting close to the end Colors that once Were bright and did shine, Are now buried down deep Like coal in a mine. Life’s like a circus And you are the clown, It’s all up to you It’s all there to be found. So color life brightly This stage is for you, It really does matter The things that you do.
Strange-ness:
What a strange course, That I have plotted, Smiled to some To others just nodded. Has it been me, Or always been them, Are we all rocks, Or just un-polished gems. We all have a key, All doors we can open, We all are just travelers, Like subway bus tokens. Our life is spent, Just living and learning, And into the sun, We all just love burning. Our lives and our jobs, Are all twisting and turning, Like the end of an act, Do the people wait yearning. We all are the same, In all that we do, I do it for me, And sometimes for you.
Just a few short poems...I hope you enjoy!
Common Sense:
Black is white, white is black, Look to the side, for the real attack. Brown is in, life is thin, The real sin, comes from within. Life is like a boxing bout, With each round, there’s always doubt. You must be brave, to stand up and fight, Like when you were little, and afraid of the night. For with each fear, that you over come, Is one more battle, in the War you have won. A word of advice, as you grow older, The name of the game, is Badder and Bolder. But don’t get so bold, that the old you do scold, Just remember the times, they sang you nursery rhymes. For that which goes up, must also come down, All life really is, just a Merry-go-Round…
Here and Gone:
You have touched me and gone, I will always remember, These months of June, July, and September. Our passion was strong, our desire rose deep, Only the Red, Red, Rose, is the memory I keep.
Late:
It’s never too late, to make a new date, It’s only too late, when you sit back and wait. So put on your shoes, go outside for a while, You just might meet, with an overdue smile :) And if you don’t find one, do not be depressed, At least you have joined, all the World, all the rest…
All Into One:
What is to some, is not to some others, Some are laid open, while some must have covers. Some are made Friends, some are made Lovers, some are made Sisters, some are made Brothers, You learn some from each, but the Fathers don’t bother, It’s them that you learn, that the Iron Will Sodder. That heat must get hot, to melt all into one, the Journey is started, the Journey is done…
Madness-Mindless:
There are times that the Madness, it gets to be great, That it seems all my Life, it has been my only date. While others do wonder, and never know why, I kiss the ground, and never the sky. At times the Madness, it seems oh so great, That all of my life, for it I do wait. I do not know normal, but hear others say, It’s the time when confusion, does not rule the day. I have lasted this long, on reason and wit, The head of the class, not ever will I sit. Just me and my Madness, always and forever, Through classes of knowledge, and Seasons of weather. And when it’s all over, and my time is all through, I’ll pass through the door, and bid you, Adieu…
Powerful slam poem by a group of talented young women, Belissa Escobedo, Rhiannon McGavin, and Zariya Allen. The poem goes over topics such as the education system, gun violence, and censorship. I would love to know your thoughts in the comments below!
A little introduction about the show and why I started it, my goals and ideas for the show, and a short story written by my Daddy Ron. Please feel free to leave a comment on what you liked or didn't like about the show. Thanks for listening!