Liberation

What are you hiding, dear child?
I am hiding my glory, I answer,
In modesty lies my virtue,
or  so I've been taught..

Whats there to hide? The mind taunts,
Is there any glory
that needs to be hidden at all?
style is no substance, you know..

Teach  me, my mind
to  hanker not
for substance or style,
without both, I  are still uniquely  me
that is the  liberation I dream about
that is the freedom I seek..