Dawn ascetic cloth
Follow guides of old
For clarity of one’s
Body, mind and soul
I observe myself
To liven all mind’s sense
I then still myself
To silence it from thence
Within stagnant waters
Seeking lasting cure
Everflowing rivers
That once were nearly pure
Nectar of the sun
Boon, from tree to mouth
Breaking down the dams
Ending spirit’s drouth
What has befalled man
Is hitherto undone
If one does give true thanks
From where all had begun
Seven days to ponder
On virtues and the sins
Plant a seed of hope
Versus darkness, wins
© Sayer Teller
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