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The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, 
a forge of sorts, 
sorting out infermity. 
A Threshing floor 
of chaff and wheat. 
The bread of life consuming your choices as you eat. 
Of it's variety, 
it's buffet of sensual self offerings. 
Alongside a table for the needy. 
An array of Mana or Ambrosia 
set aside to heal the self 
of fool's gold and flees. 
To fill on gratitude and integrity, 
and the rich cream of purity-Received 
as a just dessert 
upon your humility and charity. 
Instead of your reflected visage 
in the mirage of self in the deserted- 
Djinn cave of the greedy.

This world is like a pole position, 
for the Afterlife, a checkered past
to leave in the dust.
But some people follow this World 
and it's Mobile Media of Man's-Church 
like it was a pacecar.
Not caring to know, that it is only a 
Hearst leading to the pits.

How is your stomach when 
you see ugliness?

Our task is to put pieces together 
from strings of singularity to solidarity. 
Like a handmaiden, 
seamstress of the Shepherd 
of the flesh rendered word-
Welcome Mat Salesman of clear-o-chord. 
Or a Fisher of Souls at the great Fiord.
In the pool of souls there are inlets and outlets 
for irrigation. 
Fountains of the deep
for the thirsty that need cultivation, 
calibration and sin filtration.
To be yourself true then
and look clearly 
through this mirror the vantage point -retreat-
to your soul, 
as true seer-be pure in righteousness,  
(true equilibrium), and see-The wages and the toll. 
The far and the near.
The Seven Seas- the waves and their roll. 
An Argonaut fighting against 
it's islands of temptations 
and it's carrying storms.
Life is an opportunity for action
and reaction in kind. 
The place where moments of truth define and refine.
A place to be an Empath-Tracker-wielding 
a defenders sword-
leading others to the right path- with action 
and good word.
To in deed know, that we are here for each other, 
in the play by play, the blow by blow. 
Every single day-Will go to show- 
Virtue is the reflecting pool 
of righteousness in liguidity. 
How it gets it's legs and stands tall, 
sees itself, walking free. 
On a viranda laden path in the depths 
of an inverse Horizon overlooking Eternity.
What a soul lives on.
Is the journey that rewards and guides on.
                              It's Element ary.
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