How can you fail to see that drug and drink
are but the rudest on delusion's scale?
Influences which muddy how men think,
conspire to obscure the outbound trail.
An earnest climb earns men a chance to know
the heart they bear has root in realms beyond
religious myth and brutal Earth below,
where day's light on Divine has never dawned.
To lose one's self in any masquerade
of power, or bliss, or gold, the toll's the same.
The dire task for seekers of every shade
is saving Self from worshipping false aim.
Strengthen your attention, make straight your course,
for priceless is confluence with Soul's source.