They say, running away
From love
Is like running away
From a box
Which has only been
Half opened
And the discovery of the Treasures
Hidden in it remains incomplete
They say, running away
From your emotions
Which you ought to feel
Restraining yourself
And turning away from
Your own feelings
Is like being inside a glass coffin
Where you are straining
Yourself to breathe
They say, running away
From loving someone
Is like only half discovering
Your own Self

But I say, running away
From love
Is like running away
From your own Self
And shutting yourself out
From the pain
You ought to feel
And turning away from
Nourishing and replenishing
Your soul with what it needs
Satisfaction…
Hence you must love
And be gentle, grateful
And generous
To the extent of
Becoming poor yourself
In order to become rich
And complete your Self
To become what you must be.