We progress beyond thoughts of one
Inwardly growing hand in hand.
The sprouting seeds from ego’s hub
Bring forth trees in desolate sand
To light the path beyond the sun.
Together we greet the new day
Outwardly radiant, and purge
From self the demon Beelzebub.
Thwarting greed and desires that surge
We cleanse the soul, halting decay.
With death of selfish pride begun
We don plumes in brilliant array
Walking and old, yet newfound way.
Continue to Paths I, iii