One-Hundred Percent Solution
My mind bows to the ethers;
bends upon astral scapes.
There lay the challenge, yet unmet,
and I stand not alone.
The interplay of souls on the astral,
is the training ground, of the spiritual warrior.
Translated into the mortal realm, it loses something.
Mortals must learn to use mind, body and spirit,
to modify their world.
Utopia only comes, when things are done right;
with the whole effort instead of a tiny part.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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