Truth of Self

Truth of Self

I seek the wind, the heart of life

To be that which is meant to be

Come and go into that which belies

the true me, the self for all to see.

As I am, so I shall become

The troubadour for trouble

To face hardship and not run

To be strong and not stumble

I am me, I can be no other

No one else is one better

Though others seek to smother

The true me, letter painter.

We all are unique creations,

each going about their way

in individual peaks and stations,

who else but us can say?

Seek that which makes one happy

not materials or money or wealth,

but that which, though sometimes sappy,

truly nourishes the soul to health.

All of us of unique creation,

to each his own true peace.

To each their boundless elation

until harm and wars do truly cease.