Tag Archives: trust

The Scorpion and the Frog

16 Nov

The Scorpion and the Frog

There was a frog who swam along
The river one fine day
He came upon a scorpion
On the shore in dismay

“What seems to be the trouble?”
The frog asked with some concern
“I need to cross the river!”
The sharp-tip tailed one did yearn

“Would you be so kind and give
A ride upon your back?”
The frog thought, then thought twice, then thrice
And cautiously said back:

“I’m not so sure that would be wise
I fear that you would sting
And I would sink and drown since I’m not
Much for snorkeling

“Don’t be silly!” the scorpion said
“I’d sink along with you!
I can’t swim or breathe submerged
To do so, I’D be through!”

“Hmmm,” the frog thought to himself
“That’s true, you’d drown as well
Ok, I’m always pleased to help
Climb on board for a spell!”

“Thank you!” scorpion said with joy
And creeped upon the back
‘Bout halfway ‘cross the river
The passenger did attack

The tail snapped down and stinger pierced
The frog and he went numb
“Why?” he asked with shock and sank
Surprised at the outcome

“Because,” the scorpion replied
With apathy so cold
“I am a scorpion, it’s in my nature
In my mould”

“But you’ll drown too!” the frog gurgled
As they hit river bed
“It’s what I do, I cannot change”
And soon they both were dead

                             ~Miro

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Way of the Warrior

6 Jan

parchment

Way of the Warrior

When Shinrai came of age, time came to plot out his life’s course
Naturally, he looked to his parents and their path’s source
Among the many maps laid out before the strapping lad
Were designs and directions taken by dear mom and dad

Which were passed on to them as well by grandma and grandpa
Passed for generations, morals, rules, beliefs and law
He glanced around at other maps laid out for his young peers
More safe and easy, beaten paths, more familiar frontiers

Many maps with many names, all promising great peace
Each one claiming to be the one way to make pain cease
As all his peers chose the same path that their parents did take
Something seemed off to Shinrai, it seemed like a mistake

Though those who drew these maps had best intentions for their kin
“Following” to Shinrai meant the quest would not begin
“Why,” Shinrai asked a colleague, “do you desire a guide?”
“‘Cause I don’t know the way!” his frazzled colleague did confide

“Perhaps not now,” Shinrai replied, “but where is all your trust
That you will find your OWN way if you are bold and robust?”
The colleague chuckled, grabbed his map and waved young Shinrai off
Belittling, dismissing, disrespecting with a scoff

“Coward,” Shinrai whispered, “EXCUSE ME?” the colleague yelled
“Coward,” Shinrai said again, “your spirit has been quelled”
The colleague spewed words of defense, but Shinrai did not hear
Just background noise like all the rest, words laced with dread and fear

As Shinrai scanned the laid out maps, one old parchment he spied
Dusty and untouched in years, all weathered, torn and dried
He picked it up and heard the warnings of his dreading mates
“Are you nuts?! If you take that path, only pain awaits!”

He dusted off the cover, “Way of the Warrior,” it read
He looked at all the cowards clutching their designs with dread
He unfolded the dusty map, but nothing was inside
No rules and no instructions, no advice to be applied

Some laughed at the sight but Shinrai understood it well
Though no direction was given, the old map did compel
He folded it back up and placed it with the other ways
“That one inspires more than all the rest,” he did appraise

Empty-handed he did leave while others warned with fright
“How will you know what to do?” Shinrai replied, “With might
With focus, with resolve, with faith in myself, iron will
By honing, training, awareness, with patience, poise and skill”

The others searched their maps for all these words Shinrai did preach
But all they found were words like “pray” and “hope,” “desire” and “reach”
They called him crazy for a time, but after many years
All of them, despite their detailed maps, shed many tears

While Shinrai blazed his own path, in control of destiny
Never frazzled by maps vows which never came to be
Good or bad, it was HIS choice, and revel it he did
Trusting and following only what his OWN heart bid

                                               ~Miro

The Doubter

16 Jun

The Doubter

There was a man named Tom who doubted
Everything on Earth
He doubted authenticity
And quality and worth

If someone said something, ole’ Tom
Would doubt the speaker by
Asking, “How would you know?”
Doubting Tom would then imply

That the speaker had not lived it
Regardless if they had
The truth was always hidden from
Doubting Tom pretty bad

He couldn’t understand and couldn’t
Infer someone’s point
Because ole’ Doubting Tom would always
Get bent out of joint

Whenever it seemed that someone
Knew something he did not
“I doubt it” Doubting Tom would say
‘Cause he could not allot

That someone could have learned something
That he had not learned yet
That someone could infer something
That ole’ Tom didn’t get

That someone else was capable
Of things Tom couldn’t do
Doubting Tom’s big ego threw
His perception askew

If he had not seen it then it
Was not likely to be
It had to be proven to Tom
Before he would agree

And sometimes even when he saw
Beyond shadow of doubt
He was so used to disagreeing
Doubting Tom would spout:

“I doubt it!” even though deep down
He knew that it was true
Anything to not concede
To someone else’s view

                               ~Miro

Code of Bushidō: Honesty (Makoto)

6 May

Code of Bushidō: Honesty (Makoto)

Lying is the act of cowards
Gutless, craven sneaks
A warrior only recites
Truth when he or she speaks

A warrior does not need to
Embellish the details
They recognize compared to truth
That chicanery pales

They relish in accuracy
Precision, fact and care
To disgrace themselves with a lie
A warrior won’t dare

And being masters of the truth
A warrior knows lies
Whenever they do rear their heads
And can see through their guise

A warrior has faith that truth
Will never lead astray
They do not feel the need to taint
With different shades of grey

They know the truth will not always
Be what some want to hear
But causing others discomfort
Is not something they fear

Through all their constant training of
Conveying honesty
A warrior becomes something
Impressive: a trustee

For trust is faith and trust is hope
And trust is confidence
Optimism, certainty
Within your common sense

The warrior does not tell lies
And will not stretch the facts
Because their honesty is one
Of their virtuous acts

                         ~Miro

Why You Don’t Have Any Friends

7 Dec

Why You Don’t Have Any Friends

I’m never too afraid to deal
With sensitive issues
For many this one’s close to home
And brings about the blues

“Why don’t I have any friends?”
A lot of people ask
Rather than just pussyfoot
I’ll take them right to task

The reason that you do not have
A group of folks to call
Is ‘cause they find it difficult
To get past your high wall

True, a lot of folks are just
Too busy to put in
The time and work required to
Make friendship more than thin

I’m not talking about those folks
Who are not your true friends
I’m speaking of the kind of person
Who comes out, attends

Who keeps their schedule open
To come to your event
Who knows what simply coming out
And just being there meant

Of the people who would go
To ends of Earth for you
Many of them just give up
Because they can’t get through

They can’t deal with your pickiness
Or always being grilled
“Why did you do or say that?”
Eventually trust’s killed

You don’t have any friends because
You don’t give benefit
Of the doubt and ‘cause you don’t
Have patience to permit

Anyone from doing things
That cause you to ask “Why?”
Accusing or tearing down is
No act for an ally

But most of all you have no friends
Because no one can reach
All the expectations that you
Minister and preach

Maybe if you’d let it go
And let people be them
Instead of using things they do
That you don’t to condemn

You would have a few more friends
That you could rely on
‘Cause letting people be themselves
Is what trust’s built upon

                          ~Miro

Code of Bushidō: Honesty (Makoto)

5 Nov

Code of Bushidō: Honesty (Makoto)

Lying is the act of cowards
Gutless, craven sneaks
A warrior only recites
Truth when he or she speaks

A warrior does not need to
Embellish the details
They recognize compared to truth
That chicanery pales

They relish in accuracy
Precision, fact and care
To disgrace themselves with a lie
A warrior won’t dare

And being masters of the truth
A warrior knows lies
Whenever they do rear their heads
And can see through their guise

A warrior has faith that truth
Will never lead astray
They do not feel the need to taint
With different shades of grey

They know the truth will not always
Be what some want to hear
But causing others discomfort
Is not something they fear

Through all their constant training of
Conveying honesty
A warrior becomes something
Impressive: a trustee

For trust is faith and trust is hope
And trust is confidence
Optimism, certainty
Within your common sense

The warrior does not tell lies
And will not stretch the facts
Because their honesty is one
Of their virtuous acts

                         ~Miro

Why Ask Why?

24 Aug

Why Ask Why?

There is a line from Elbert Hubbard
That I like to quote
This brilliant philosopher
A long time ago wrote:

“Never explain, your friends do not
Need it and neither do
Any of your enemies
‘Cause they won’t believe you”

It got me thinking about what
The question “Why?” does mean
The more I think, the more I see
How much it does demean

It shows a lack of understanding
Trust or benefit
Of the doubt to someone else
Perhaps they can’t admit

That their ego’s too controlling
To just let it go
They have to get that explanation
‘Cause they want to know

“Why?” is what those with no faith
Ask to those they don’t trust
“Why?” is what a cynic says
When they feel that they must

Hear an explanation that
They won’t buy anyway
“Why?” is what you hear a person
With no patience say

Add it to my list of words
I won’t use anymore
File it between “busy”
and “later” in the drawer

‘Cause the answer to “Why?” is
Not one I have to mention
The explanation’s plain to see
If you just pay attention

                                            Miro