New Stoa Of Zenon Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

I used to sell purple to the friends of price not of pride
I used to buy drinks and the poor ones nothing instead
I laughed at them since their table was broken by banks.

Shipwrecked in Piraeus I was saved, then I looked up
as a blind seed sprout on the surface towards the light.
I was honored by Athens for my Stoa of Philosophy, yet
I wish to veer at Kition to develop the new generation
in a new Stoa of life based on logic, nature and morality
Mind goes through the space, the soul through the body
up to the least circle of the sky, the soul stays immortal
while the quanta transfer her memories into the Universe.

I want the young people to be great in my Cosmopolis
us to be born again, as fetuses in the womb of our city,
the sphere be stationary, while we move in the center;
we are trained in life purposes with technical knowledge,
and we overcome its wide gap from the evil to the good,
as brave ones with light steps, as prudent with heavy say,
in harmony with the Word and Nature that claim virtue,
so do decorate the city with virtues instead of statues.

Come to the new Stoa, a friend is your alter ego,
Here we don’t need courts, only the Word, God who plays
with the sand, rising from universe to universe.



© JosephJosephides