Birth Of A Stoic Poem by Madrason .

An open mind and heart is always on exploring route, he wants to exchange awareness, meet and enlighten, be enlightened. It is a heavy coat to wear, makes you feel deeply alone when your inner child doesn't find another to share its joy! That is where the stoic is born on the eroded rock of intuition, knowing, and openness he will be metaphysically formed by the currents of time, the light shining on and from him always shaping its form, cutting the sharp edges of into a unique smoothness. Filling its crystals with joy if some kind of being will sit and contemplate from its trodden roof!