The harder inside

My soul is pure soul and I escape the false agreements of the world by holding myself against myself. Like a rope bound tight to the hardest pillar. The profit of doing the right thing when it is hard, to surrender to the karma that lies at your feet, to tell the whole and detailed truth always, is to be able to trust yourself, deeply, more than you can trust others, more than you know of your own past mistakes, more certain than the direction of the oldest river, than the hardness of the ground, like the clockwork of the skies. To know that I am nature, nature is in me, and I reach for something heavenly, beyond the chaos nature of the bound earth.