The Fool

5 Jan

“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”  ~e.e. cummings, 1955

The Fool

There was a fool who worried of
What all the others thought
Their respect and acceptance was
What he constantly sought

He tucked away his own pleasures
For fear that they’d make fun
He didn’t speak his mind for fear
That all of them would shun

He fell in line and followed what
The others said was sane
Even though he couldn’t ignore
The voice in his brain

Telling him “This is not you
It’s just a guise to please
All the others so they will
Be constantly at ease”

One day this fool crossed paths with
A warrior who spoke
His mind and when others heard
They all called him a joke

They said because he walked alone
And didn’t follow suit
That he was crazy, weird, insane
A total cake of fruit

The irony was when the fool
Called the warrior one
The warrior just smiled because
Irony is fun

“Who’s the fool?” the warrior asked
“The one who shows no fears?
Or is it someone who’s afraid
Of hearing others jeers?

So they change everything they are
Their look, their mind, their goals
Just so that the other fools
Won’t rake them over coals”

The warrior then walked away
To himself still so true
“Fool!” the fool shouted at him
“You are one through and through!”

But something lingered in his mind
The warrior had peace
A calmness and strong confidence
That simply wouldn’t cease

Not with ridicule or taunts
Or accusations of
Lies, hypocrisy, no he
Was simply filled with love

With courage, passion and resolve
And more that the fool thought
The more he realized his ways
Were making him distraught

By living for approval that
He never had achieved
He saw the fool of himself that
He had completely weaved

Every time the others saw
The warrior and scoffed
And how the warrior shrugged off
Their barbs like they were soft

The fool could not help but think that
The others had it wrong
The more they mocked, the more the fool
Felt he did not belong

‘Till one day that fool stood apart
And did reveal to them
His true self, not a fool at all
So they chose to condemn

And finally he understood
That self-respect was worth
More than the combined respect
Of all the fools on Earth

                                  ~Miro

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11 Responses to “The Fool”

  1. creatingreciprocity January 5, 2012 at 10:14 am #

    Especially as you can never get away from yourself.
    Be something you can admire.

  2. poeticjourney January 5, 2012 at 10:16 am #

    Beautiful! 🙂

  3. poeticjourney January 5, 2012 at 10:17 am #

    So true in deed! God Bless 🙂

  4. willofheart January 5, 2012 at 10:20 am #

    I definitely love it… 🙂

  5. khushjenny January 5, 2012 at 11:20 am #

    Absolutely Awesome 🙂

  6. zendictive January 5, 2012 at 1:37 pm #

    do not allow the keys to your own happiness to be in some one elses pocket (~_~) nice write

  7. granbee January 5, 2012 at 7:10 pm #

    A truly wonderful way to enter Epiphany’s Eve. The fool finally ‘saw the light’. Thank you and bless you, Miro. I am reminded of a post on AboutZen in late autumn of 2011, telling of a Zen monk who had no possessions left in his cave when visited by a thief wanting to steal from him. The thief said,”Don’t you have anything left for me?” The monk gave him his robe. After the thief departed, the monk sat naked in the cave entrance, looking up at the Moon and sighing, “If only I could have given him the moon.” A fool? Which one?

  8. Sacrilege of the Goddess January 6, 2012 at 6:33 am #

    These words speak volumes to me. My family has disowned me for speaking up about my rape and sexual abuse, so as to maintain their image that they are perfect… and in their eyes, I’m the fool. They don’t see that their world is a pretend one. Thank you for writing this!

    • Warrior Poet Wisdom January 6, 2012 at 6:49 am #

      I truly admire your courage. You’ve taken a difficult experience in your life and instead of letting it control and destroy you, you are using it to build your strength, understanding and enlightenment. Yes, we learn a lot about the world through our struggles, and a lot about who our true allies are. Our true friends are the ones who do not choose their own comfort over us. I’ve always said that I’d rather know the ugly truth over a beautiful lie.
      Love, strength, peace & grace to you always,
      ~Miro

      • Sacrilege of the Goddess January 7, 2012 at 8:25 pm #

        Thank you, Miro, for your supportive words and for your beautiful writing. I came back to this piece again, because I was so moved by it, and just had to reread it. I was wondering if I could share this? I think the message here is so profound.

  9. Warrior Poet Wisdom January 7, 2012 at 9:56 pm #

    Absolutely, always feel free to share any of my writes. Thanks for your kind words, glad to hear they inspired.
    Peace & grace,
    ~Miro

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