The deepest kind of knowing that I need
Instructing me on how I should proceed
Comes not from rational calculation or
From rules on tablets carved in days of yore.
There is a clearer way to know what’s wise
And comprehend what sages realize
About what’s valuable, what to pursue
To live as fully as a man may do.
That kind of knowing’s lodged within my heart,
Not so much known as felt, a deeper part
Of consciousness inclined toward sharing love,
Aligning earthly minds with laws above.
The Logos I intuit deep within
Can keep me from wild wandering in sin.