Before you race off to embrace the sky,
in glory and light of ultimate bliss,
remember please, that baggage doesn't fly,
and no amount of wish transfigures this.
One's life is rife with past ignoble acts,
bad habits, vice and opinions that suck.
We all want peace and joy, but rigid facts
decree we must be free of tainted guck.
A journey of a thousand miles still needs
it's first placed step, beginning at the start.
From that time on, one's conscious thoughts and deeds
must stream as one, with purity of heart.
One's Being is eternal, and cleansed of guile
attains true states of grace, all worthwhile.