I cultivate obeisance to the judgment of my mind,
Evaluating things by how they please or what I need.
By setting my own laws for how I live, I leave behind
The need for mediators to redeem the life I lead.
My reason and experience, the gods within, bestow
A garden where I plant my thoughts and hopes, where I reserve
A space for wisdom and reflection, where I come to know
And keep my spirit whole — the dearest thing I can preserve.
(cf. Daybreak, §35, §96, §104, §108, §§173-175, §179, §187, §196)
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