The chalice of deliverance
Filled to the top with life
Offers balance as do the
Shamen cloaked in robes
Sewn of silken wine.
The grail of forgiveness
Half-filled of sorrow
Tastes of malice, as does
Authority bathed in the afterglow
Of an unholy alliance.
�and on the road I tread
Comes the bend and the fork
A sage beckons to the left,
So I forever leave
The passive modern life.
The antithesis of being
Calmed by material goods
Is forced from the dashed core
Of life�s numbered necessities
Right and left a choice no more.
