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The Wise Oak. A poem | by ? Bridget Webber | Woodworkers of the World  Unite!!! | Medium

To Thine Own Self Be True

Nature, in her quiet wisdom, forever mirrors this reality, weaving it into the very fabric of existence.  The sturdy oak tree, in a world of ever-shifting acclimate, adheres faithfully to its intrinsic nature; it does not yearn to be a weeping willow, but unfurls its gnarled branches to the sun with unyielding authenticity.

This steadfastness is its silent promise to the forest—providing shade, sustenance, and a home for countless creatures, never betraying its purpose.  Just as a river, in beautiful obedience to the call of the sea, must follow its natural course without second-guessing the twists and turns, so too does the authentic self move through the world.

The river carves its path with honesty, and in that sincerity, it gives life to the valley, remaining true to its essential character.  It cannot be false to the land around it because it is, above all, true to its own flowing essence.

Observe the moon, which in a celestial dance of trust, waxes and wanes through every phase—full, crescent, new—never hiding its current form or seeking to be anything other than what the moment demands.  In its complete acceptance of its own cycle, it reliably governs the tides and lights the night sky for all the world to see.

Thus, the natural world stands as a living testament: When the seed blossoms into the flower it was always meant to be, its unique fragrance is a gift to every passerby.  Its self-actualization is its contribution.

To be true to one's own self is not a selfish act.  Still, the most profound act of generosity, for in the integrity of one's own being, a harmony is established that resonates outward, like ripples from a single, clear stone dropped into a still pond, touching everything around it with an unwavering, honest grace.
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Etgen-Baker Avatar
November 7, 2025 at 6:27 AM
beautiful and wise words...truly an impressive write. I agree with your thoughts. The last verse is my favorite and lingers in my mind. You're a vesatile poet.
Kelii Kekaula Avatar
November 7, 2025 at 10:01 AM
Shakespeare doth play methinks, a modern minstrel is afoot yond the theater's door. Aloha.
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