YOUR SELF

If yourself calls you to be sad,

Then shed as many tears as

You may need to wash that

Sorrow from your soul.

If your heart commands for you to love,

Do so, unashamedly.

If your mind torments to hatred,

Twist the knife you hlod -

Cut through the anger yielding,

Beckoning destruction.

If your eyes awaken you to fear

Your destine,

Seek therein the stem

Which doth unnerve; to know its pain:

To soothe and calm.

If your smile is opening to laughter,

Let that pleasure flow from whence it came.