You were worried about
the storm, so you
invited it in,
wanting to control the
damage through your
kindness and friendship.
But you can't.
The storm doesn't have
a conscience.
It will never be a cute
pet on your leash.

The best cure
is found--verily
in not being ill-
this is the surest therapy!

Poetry
life's sublimest vibrancy:
every human sentiment captured
all beauty, enraptured

This too well
do I know:
the world
doesn't need me
not at all

but
I'm within it
away I can't go-

with my weaknesses
my failings
my foibles
even such so
my path
therein I'll set
my will
I'll follow

my right
my intrinsic self
the world
can never overthrow!

I've not abandoned
myself--oh no!
I'm not lost at all
of this I surely know

Don't polish
your mirror
it sees you clearly-
without error

don't go out
to buy another
it's the same you
you can't court its favour