Poetry

Do not suffer fools lest you become one.
Do not walk timid in the world of man.
Do not fear to stand taller than you can.
Do not humble yourself unless alone.
Who is he that favors moon over sun?
Who is it that gives and also receives?
Who is it that loves and also believes?
Who is it that thinks that life is no fun?
It is I the worm within the apple.
It is I the serpent coiled round your spine.
It is I the silence and you are mine.
It is I the mind when thoughts are simple.
Do what you want then go do what you like,
Be like an ass that deserves a good strike.