State Of Our Souls

The state of my soul
is my problem
the state of your soul
is your problem

why judge in states
of isolated imperfection
the states of our souls
are individual journeys

life holds your challenge lessons
to teach your imperfect soul
life holds my demanding lessons
to teach philosophical lessons universal

imperfection is price of entrance
into this world of testing sorrows
imperfection is imbalance of disharmony
allowing hardships to teach lessons

no soul can learn refining lessons
in a garden of happiness
no soul can endure perfect creation
until emotive dross is burned purity

poem by Terence George Craddock
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