49.On Women

To some men, women are a riddle too.

But not to me. I see the truth like day.

I always hear the notes of something new.

Once, as a boy, I longed to walk as you.

The bearing of the children of the earth?

Too often after men have turned away?

How great a treasure this! Yes, that is so.

Unknown by men steeped in the mindless crowd.

Corrupted love kills infants by the score.

Do not set blame. Stop loving thus. No more!

There is a play that men and women do,

A world of eye to eye, not seduction.

To view unseeing women on their way,

As they pass swiftly through a moving crowd,

Gives me my fondest visions of the truth,

The truth of the unknowing eye to eye.

The crowd is wed to danger and to play.

I praise the woman who seeks solitude.

The crowd is happy if it can possess.

A woman’s happy if she can refuse.

The cruelties of love are beyond speech.

I would a woman be beyond all pain.

You’ve heard it said, Shake dust from off your feet.

I say aloud, When hands are raised, take leave.

False love is love that breathes in unison

With heated crowds’ disgusting decibels.

How mindless is the noise of braying folk,

Who trade good words for coded idiot speech.

The crowd inclines to feats of strength and war.

Refuse and be the truest warrior.

Do this not out of heartfelt sympathy,

But silent rage at crowd mentality.

Unrecognized, a woman’s mind goes slack.

Blessed when her star-like radiance shines through.

Blessed when she breaks the chains of all abuse.

Blest you with courage to go on your own.

Twice blest if children go as well.

The wings of your own strength their future bear.

The crowd is blind to beauty in the old

And lusts but for the woman as a child.

Illusion and false stars and emptiness.

A fount of faces long, with deadened eyes.

Beneath veneers, harsh slaveries persist.

Men, knowing better, roll like pigs in heat.

The noise grows louder as stupidity

Attains new levels to dead melodies.

Let women free themselves from all of this.

Let them enjoy the fruits of freedom’s gifts.

Old women never lose a single thing.

Not beauty, not reflection, not desire.

A girl can choose an overcoming life

Before her powers of reproduction rise.

And if she does, she lives above the crowd.

She has no commerce with their lusts and lies.

The end is: Overcome! Shine forth the truth!

Then love exactly as you wish to do.