To Know Yourself

To know thyself is not to find, What gods for you had in mind, The fingers that wrote your code, Left untouched an open mode, A chamber of sorts, an unlit room, An empty space free of doom. Furnish this place with mysterious grace, Your secret garden is dignity’s face. Upon the walls compose sweet songs, Name every flower your heart belongs, Come in silence, hide and seek, Leave behind what makes you weak. To know thyself is not to see, What cause and laws made you thee, The serpent’s trail that led to you, Casts no light on what to do, Choose a way, a path to follow, Life’s grand seed is never hollow. Blaze the road with midnight oil, Leave your blood on fertile soil, On journeys end begin again, Sleep with lions in their den, Highway men kiss fortune’s fate, Women’s risks does love create. To know thyself is not to fear, Sharp tongues of neighbors in your ear, Voices like sparks up with smoke flow, The crow’s remarks, ignore, let go, There is but one refrain to chant, Never focus on what you can’t. —— Though precious coins be shaped in metals, And soup of bones cooked in kettles, To know what makes you what you are, Ignore the elements that make your star, For you, my passing sun, far outshine your sum, Be bold, be brave, be what you become.