“know thyself”
made of stardust
you and me, i often forget
to reflect in stillness
the perennial ponder of:
“know thyself”
how much do i know this stardust body?
with its ever-changing emotional weather systems,
its mental patterns that can stay subtle, or atrophy
and its clockwork cycles and rhythms
do i know my natural strength and talents?
my likes and dislikes, many caused
by the conditioning of this culture
do i know how to be free?
and belong to self-elected values
to find that which is indestructible within
perennial ponders
stardust to stardust
amongst all this empty space in the universe
