Look here, to the East, the South, the West, the North....
Trust thy inner knowledge,
Power is placed within,
Take any which direction you choose,
For when you end, you will always begin.
Goodbye from the parts of you,
that do not know the soul,
They may choose to meddle a while,
though no longer can they control.
Your path unique, in divide dual,
an individual task,
Not one may interfere too long,
Not even those whom are masked.
Take some air and not hurry then,
Knowing you are on thy way,
Be eating foods just as mother Earth,
See the brake of dawn each day.
Take some water gradually, yet
steer clear of the water of fire,
firewater be the end of thee,
instrumental of setbacks, tis' dire.
Placing thy feet upon thine soil,
Souls of yours, not Nike,
Connect in self to the nature of hertz,
To calm a forlorn psyche.
When ye be ready, take flint and oil
Fuel your athanor fires,
Take the elixir sure to come, and,
be not afraid of the mires.
This is an epic by my standards. Enjoy, or not.
Firewater = High Proof Alcohol
Athanor = Furnace