I walked upon the razor's edge My body's balance was not sure It seemed to me a lethal ledge Precipitous in its allure. And yet for years I trod this path
Finding in me a way to endure The vagrant path, the inner wrath The aspiration to be pure Of all constraints and lean towards Her As trees and flowers humbly lean To light over dark that they prefer, Eliminate the vile and mean Offering self and mind and more , Surrender's need to adore The Two who called my errant soul To join with all to reach the goal.
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