Patience:

the wisdom of wait;

the tolerance of late;

humility’s mate;

tranquility’s gate;

the principle of calm in the moment’s state,

and the pace to face tomorrow’s fate;

aid to deflate the hate,

to negate the berate,

to sate, fete and relate the great.

Greed:

When less is a mess

and more is never excess;

“Oh yes, am blest”,

an awe never expressed;

‘me’ always the first,

‘the gimmies’ never a test;

spree never redress;

never to rasp,

ever to grasp

with the bliss of an asp’s clasp,

gasp with thirst to amass,

with zest to possess past the last,

and alas,

a nest without contest,

a west without sunset,

take the best, wrest the rest,

F the mass – pests,

esurience – yes,

coalesce, acquiesce – detest,

bequeath-less yet…

till alas,

death…

a hollow plight – avarice

Lie:

They say there’s such a thing

as a good lie and a bad lie;

such is sin,

not the white lie, but the black lie;

but here’s the thing:

sometimes it’s not a gulf, a bridge-cross

but a line, thin,

between the green lie and the red lie

sometimes it’s a blur, a crisscross

and a blind spin,

like a green mile and a red aisle,

like a grim light and a dark Knight;

so, there’s no such thing as a right lie,

no, no half try,

no win-tie;

why?

When it comes to lie,

there’s only true lie:

the truth

that a lie is a lie is a lie;

the root

that will spry to amplify the vile,

even when the mood is to refine the crude,

even when it’s rude,

even thence to sooth,

whether prude or pseud,

when you skew, you delude.

Yet, the view is not to extrude the pure aspect in certitude,

but to be, in strict context, shrewd,

as not to construe the perfect an enemy of the good.

Distance:

How far is away?

How here is stay?

Seeing is believing,

and feeling is living,

yet, juxtaposition guarantees not mutuality,

while lust and affection breeds in anonymity.

Both at the horizon, respectively,

catalyzing the chemistry

divergently:

attachment, connection – healing-intimacy

absent – affection still – equivalency;

relating through unbounded spaces like flux

or mingling inseparably, in place, like box,

but here’s an emphasis that contradicts the talks:

‘apart from’ leaves a soul unkempt and stills the clocks,

yet familiarity breeds contempt and shatters the works…

distance – an antithesis and a paradox.

Reputation:

That which precedes you,

which exceeds you,

doubles back to for you intercede and woo,

in troubles and lack, it reprieves you,

it succeeds you,

with appraisement, yes, yet with the sinister to bring you rue,

an indictment of character – a referendum on you;

it really doesn’t matter if it’s true or skew,

whether you feel tatter or grata,

reputation is not your vaunter, it’s other people’s view:

the public perception of dealings with you

in which facts beckon accommodation, but feelings will do.

Your reputation and your future are in entanglement,

structuring your fate for aggrandizement

revealing your state to minds – life’s live advertisement.

Make your reputation, and it’s yours to stake;

stake your reputation, and it’s life’s to quake, shake, break,

others to forsake,

yours to remake, but the chances are bleak.

Make your reputation, make your future’s rightness;

there goes your reputation, there goes its brightness.

Loyal:

Loyal is how to court a royal,

draw the trust of an imperial,

assure the bond in a communal,

lure respect – fraternal or adversarial;

a portrayal of unshaken support,

a vial of principle and akin to fort,

revealed by trial is this converted forte,

a foe to betrayal – no love lost, no rapport,

escorted to the slaughter, yet, death’s no sting;

to “blood is thicker than water”, it’s the next best thing.

Loyal is belief and the apt sense of duty on the subject;

loyal is motif in the art of defense in amity for the object;

and at full loyal,

there’s no denial,

it’ll take an arrow for,

a bullet? More,

a grenade? Sure.

The ultimate “I got your back”;

love is blind but loyal is Atlas’ back.

EQ:

EQ,

in contrast to IQ,

is compass to true hue.

Not Intelligence in a vacuum,

but Internal radiance, and acumen too.

Not mental capacity,

but transcendental veracity

to render with sympathy,

tender with empathy,

enter with audacity, the center of another’s reality

and garner a tenure of tenor – with no rancor, no apathy;

in the shoe of the other, run;

feel the burn or feel the yearn;

be sprawled or be enthralled;

feel the thorn or fill the throne;

be transformed, and in turn,

feel the bond of  ‘one’:

not 1 + 1, in pursuit of dominion,

but one + one, the formula of union;

wheel the adage: “wisdom’s in communion”;

wilder in knowledge and blossom in submission,

in wholesome impaction;

and succumb to benefaction

of compassion over coercion,

connection over manipulation,

collaboration over intimidation;

of understanding over undermining;

and finding,

a manta

never to forgo;

aligning,

with a mantra

to sow, and know,

and daring to grow

into a genius of soul and life’s patterns,

master of self and others’ characters,

with the control to discern and set aglow

all chapters of mind and heart matters,

in land, flow and soul.

Modesty:

Modesty can be true,

modesty can be false:

gratitude for few,

platitude for applause.

But true modesty is greatness breeding,

flashiness ceding,

collectiveness heeding,

gratefulness leading.

Modesty is “more to it than meets the eye”;

a hero to fans, yet dismisses the high;

abdicating the grandstand and the aisle

to hand to others the benefits for their try.

But modesty may not overpower the message or overshadow the usage;

and congruently not stifle the flourish nor muzzle the courage.

Modesty is not to overextend or to spread too thin;

not to offend, not to pretend, not to dread probity scene.

Modesty is simply, when simple is ample.

Modesty is humility: vain ripples disentangled;

bridled pomposity and lived example;

raw authenticity, no strings weaved, no angle.

The ability to small the spectacle and be the unsung venerable;

to take ridicule for being truth’s tongue and oracle,

and stake that “luminary yet biddable” is the true sprung miracle.

There is a niche for modesty in all things, a need for modesty through thick and thin.

From the greatest to the smallest,

modesty is basis for all syn – the latent greatness that slays all fiend.