I brook no orders from without, but make
Exception for appeals to discipline
That call to me unbidden from within,
Presuming that they speak for my own sake.
I scoff at talk of damnation or "sin",
And yet my conscience I abide; I take
Its message, even as I lie awake,
Unsettled by its constant, droning din.
To chase this martinet from my own skin,
I vow to stop at nothing, baldly break
With all I know and cherish. I'll forsake
Beliefs and creeds, support from peers and kin.
Discounting all coercion, I will steer,
One day, by instinct, free and clear.
I Ching Hexagram #7 = Shi