Self-Knowledge
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’ve heard so many lies
What is truth?
One day I walked into a store
Alone
I now sing my own songs
No intention
I wanted to roam
And to my surprise
Roses are black
And Violets…
Violets are too
“Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the night. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge. You would know in words that which you have known in thought. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams. And it is well you should. For self is a sea boundless and measureless.”
