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.

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