I’ll live the life that’s most congenial
With what my inner genius understands
(Not what my ego or the world demands)
For only that way can my soul be well.
The way of ego plunges me pell-mell
Into a drama prompted by my glands,
Disordered by what errant thought commands
Or overcast by some deluding spell.
The way of wisdom leads me otherwise,
Out of the world of profit and delight
Where only self is served and soul’s ignored;
The way of spirit lets my soul arise
To guide me by its rectifying sight
Toward peace and joy and heavenly accord.