Yes, this world is beautiful
With its moonlit climes
And stars-filled skies
Flowers in colorful bloom
Mountains clad in snow
Rivers glittering in the sun
And containing as it does
The mother’s smile and love
The beloved’s shy glances
The child’s innocent surrender
Yet all of them are so fragile
Trampled as they can be
Under the ignorant arrogance
Of smug tradition and culture
He who would live differently
Think and feel differently
Feels the weight of censure
And often wilts into conformity
Unless one’s spirit be so awakened
That it can stand up unafraid
Even against the whole of humanity.
Know Thyself 