Purity of heart is to will one distinct thing.
In singularity of purpose one can bring,
Into focus, awareness, like light through a lens
Makes paper combustible in a schoolboy's hands.
Unrelenting, inexorable, it is a force
Unaware those underfoot exhibit remorse,
Accepting good or better, to deny the best,
One knight in shining armor standing at the crest.
The circuitous path to the top lies littered
In foolish idealists who fought for what glittered
In proud pantheons of hedonistic causes,
Death certified to undesirable crosses.
Be of one mind, willing to leave all else behind,
Monastic, desiring that nothing will remind
Of distractions that are bountiful in merit,
Then the muse may bless those deserving to share it.
To will one unique thing above everything else,
When necessary sacrifice tightens the belts,
Requires a self-mastery multitudes don't have,
The fear of failure, leaves a conscience needing salve.
Purity of heart brings a focused peace of mind,
The will's purpose exuding quiet of the kind
That's determined, unfazed, positive strictest stress
On single objectives will conclude in success.
--Baron Gooberacht von Hottzendog
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