Standing in paths of righteousness, looking on the
right side of life as I careen down the left,
unaltered in attitudes.
Being subjected to the illusions of an outer world,
looking at the bright illuminations interiorly.
Grasping the beauty of reasoning and logic always
taking me by the hand and leading me outside the
box of intelligence.
Showing how magnificent the world of imaginational
wisdom, holds tightly to interior motives in life.
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