Renunciation and Glorification

I renounce my world,
I renounce my body,
I renounce my senses
And I turn inwards,
Just as a seed denies the sun
In favour of the dark moist soil.
My seed-soul moves,
It grows,
It stretches outwards and upwards.
It emerges,
Firmly rooted in the soil of the inner world
Then freshly kissed by sun and air.
My world is glorified,
My body is glorified
And my senses are glorified
Having denied the outer,
Embraced the inner
To fulfil the outer.

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