Arduous ascent
Almost there but not quite,
stuporous effort fails,
for unless we’re the light,
our deluded heart wails,
whence struck by ego’s blight.
Almost there but not quite,
we tend to oscillate,
in trance by day and night,
as ego spawned thoughts bait,
making us crouch in fright.
Almost there but not quite,
we’re twirled about by fate,
sorrowful of our plight,
trapped in fear, lust and hate,
that makes us feel contrite.
Almost there but not quite,
holding steady resolve,
our aura pure and white,
breath by breath we evolve,
seeing God, with clear sight.
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