Take great stock in the way you
see
The reason
why you do
the things
The way you do
Make thine own
blade
Without care for cost or labor
Love it
own it
hone it
know it intimately
Never hesitant even in slumber be ye
Vigilant
Without you're heart
You become irrelevant
protect it
Always daily , continually
Nurture it
listen to it
Search it throughout
From mount
To deep vale
Any vine
or branch oddly shape or in thine
way trail it  to the heart
If it's attached to vanity
, envy
, coveting or strife
sever it completely
Uproot it cleanly
Burn it imediately
lest it become quickly
too much for you
Surely it will with a quickness
Flowering with a
soury sickening sweet scent
And secretly defecating seeds
Already germinated and becoming bitter roots filling
you're insides with vines of poisonous pride
Constantly like a moth to a flame feeding on you internally the pungent stench altering your brain
Leaving you alone and cold at death
Still seeking fame making a mockery of you an defaming you're once good name