Letters from a Poet - Letter 8. On the Philosopher's Seclusion

Letter 8. On the Philosopher’s Seclusion

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Seneca, I must admit it’s been tough-

Being an anchorite when not on call.

But, although the seclusion be rough-

Philosophy, our Master, lends to all.

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Though my path be but guided by Chance,

And the gifts of Fortune be rare and scarce.

I will do what I can to not be trapped.

“… dashed on the rocks.” Just missed me by a glance.

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Moderation in all things – Love and work.

You said, “...the soul is worthy of wonder.”

And I endeavor to clean up the fork,

Between a noble peace and wrath’s thunder.

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Of those quiet workers toiling silent-

In between both the shadow and the soul.

Let’s thank the Gods that Philosophy guides us.

And, like the Gods, that it is immortal.

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Farewell.

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