Stand

It matters not which deity you bend
a reverent knee in earnest prayer before.
The fact that you desire to transcend
earth's treachery, banality and gore,
bespeaks the parable of Wheat and Tare.
The harvest of the pure and faultless grain
are men, who spurning greed, embrace the dare
to then become surpassingly humane.
From flaming dung, the Phoenix does not rise,
Nor man on wings of wishes gain his Soul.
True victory is never compromise
When liberation is the only goal.
Find your bliss, but also find your glory,
The stony path provokes more sweet Satori.