You have what you deserve,
You save what you preserve,
Blame not fate or unknown hand,
Know yourself, you know all world.
All are born like all others;
Some breakup, a few why rise?
No sweat or brain, not even wealth,
No push or tie explain it ever.
What you deserve is deep inside,
What you deserve is deep inside,
That manifests in real life
As true measure of real strength.
You are white-hot, keek inside,
Trace the flame of divine light
That burns, consumes and thrusts forward,
There, somewhere, where algate you belong.
It knows when and how to click,
It plots its time and place to work;
No prompting or art, no drugs or trick
Ever breached the plot of the inner craft.
It streams wisdom and right approach,
It inspires work and right conduct,
It weaves rare webs of time and place
That lead you for a deserving climb.
You cook by the fire, you have in the oven,
You beget what you deserve deep within;
For everything; there is a befitting end,
Whether you desire or have it in design.
No wisdom alone takes you anywhere
While inside is in suppressed wait;
No ties, no toil or power or grit
Ever awakens you from deep slumber.
If you rise far high you deserve it all;
If you fail and fall you deserve only it
In spite of false wordy long claims;
The world is simple as plain as this.
Inside is not what you make for show,
Inside is not what you have in shreds;
Deep inside, the silent inside
Sinks in soul as an integrated whole.
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