What is oneself?
Is one a vibrant, compassionate movement involving wholeness and integrity?
Or is one a fractional collage of mundane symbols,
stale ideas, and bourgeois reactions?
Is one a radiant, superb dynamic that exists as freshness and real change?…
Or is one a secondhand repeater of stagnant thoughts
and antiquated ideas?
Is one free like a splendid, magnificent butterfly?…
Or is one a jaded prisoner of static miseducation
and barbaric, indoctrinated values?
The listless chrysalis always bursts into gliding
if it leaves the secure confinement
of its own limited space.