Goshen Creek 16 — Blue Ridge Parkway near Boone, NC, June 29, 2014
The Masters of the Art of Living were all of one mind.
Each was herself, himself.
None tried to be like another.
Every one tended her, tended his, business—
Worked her, worked his, side of the street—
And left the rest for someone else to tend, to work.
The didn’t spend their time telling others who, and how, to be.
They did what they thought was best,
The way they thought was best to do it,
And didn’t meddle in the affairs of other people.
They didn’t try to change the world,
But lived in the world as the difference they would have sought
If they were trying to make the world different.
They relished silence and solitude,
But they did not exclude themselves
From good company, good conversation, good food and drink.
They were not eager to impress,
Nor were they bound to inflated ideas of importance.
They were content to live in the service
Of what they found to be valuable,
And would have been surprised
To hear that someone thought of them
As Masters of the Art of Living.