Without The Enemy Within Poem by Robert Merrett

Purity to purity comprises a life,
But in between becomes a separate swagger,
Which grows and consumes to assume an illusion;
That self, which is pretentious image and brags and boasts
To own and achieve and exceed all else.

Yet to quietly pass a moment without its vulgar company,
Peace and purity return and release free the soul
To bask, entangled in the sunlight and birdsong,
Sighing, reunited and correlated with our Theosphere,
Where in the fullness of time we shall always return.