CHANGE
I would tear apart this constricting veil
That chokes my mind and holds me to this soil:
I would try, and try again, and gladly fail,
And consider it worthy of my toil
If only I could see in me some change,
If only I could find that other me:
If only I could venture past the strange
That is my normal, and set me free.
There, if I could but find it, is my self,
There, in that deep darkness, who I want to be:
There, silent, secret, is the hidden wealth
That is my spirit and my destiny.
Be not surprised if one day I break my shell:
I wish to see the heaven in this hell.
Here's another poem you might like: Kabir (1440 - 1518) was an Indian Mystic who preached an ideal of seeing all of humanity as one and he wrote
'The time before death'. The last couple of lines are the best.
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